Lyrics:
That i had by showing
The world i didn’t care about
Being like other people
I could never go back – 50 Cent
The 50th Law is based on the following
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, be
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] see, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett]
(50 Cent-talking over beat)
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
My mind playing tricks controlled by these racist
A prisoner in a systematic matrix
My mind playing tricks controlled by these racist
A prisoner in
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
mind playing tricks on me I think my mind playing tricks on me
My mind playing tricks on me pulling circles pulling flips on
I'm infatuated
By the game
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
Mind is playing tricks on me again
Mind is playing tricks on me again
Another cold night in the seventeenth
You seem surprised by the misery
See you
win
Clean my mind up, like a spic with this spliff
Get a whiff if you need it, but can't take a hit
You playing bench
Make you stupid with the shit I
Nigga don't act like a bitch! (Ha ha!)
That's why I never love a bitch! (Yeah!)
50 Cent, Too $hort and E-40 say bitch! (Remix!)
She sucked me off,
fifty-cent lovin round here
No use tryin', I won't change my mind
You've been cheatin' honey I'm not blind
I'm not half the fool you took me for
No surprise I
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
don't wanna play no mo
Cuz these games in my head
They're caused by you
You've got my mind playing tricks on me
(I guess the jokes on me)
You can come
cents
Treat you like dead, gunned down by many men
Comin off a hiatus
Been watching movies, playing ball and I'm staying hydrated
Even I'm my biggest fan,
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
50 Cent West Coast Interview Clip
The fuck you thought?
I was one of them? Yeah
Imma tell you like 50 told me in 03
I don't know what you done heard
don't blend with the way I want this thang to flow
If I can help the cause don't have to treat it with no tricks
You settin' me cancer on a stick,
no saint either I feel that I'm even doing wrong by using this chorus to get through this song
[Chorus: x2]
[Trick Daddy]
You know y'all going
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