Lyrics:
then come back and remix it
You know I'm a D nigga, a real street nigga
My Glock'll leave niggas, I'm a dead beat with it
Uh, I'm a dead beat like
brown, stick around"
"But as you black, oh brother, get back get back get back"
Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what it meant
They was
and Louis (yeah)
Got fifty racks tucked in the back (yeah, yeah, ayy)
I pull up, I'm keeping the mask on
You know it's a stick up, remember them days I
Damn, I'm bout to sin again
Feeling like LeBron James
Damn, I'm bout to win again
Feel like 50 cent
Because I'm hated by so Many Men
We used to be cool
Sharon seeville
All over people
Sharon seeville's getting her axle replaced
City pavers don't come around here anymore
She says she's got 50 cent got
I Can Love That
When You Got Love For The Streets, They Give Ya' Love Back
Look In My Eyes, You Can Tell I Ain't Never Scared
Poppin' Them Thangs,
of y'all
Cuz I was barely killed in downtown and that's the reason
Kinda 50 Cent thang - it makes me wanna get the strap
Squeeze it asap freezing them heads
want one I'll sperge and borrow you a couple of quarters, fifty cents will give ya almost 10 mintues of bed wigglin', you know vibratin', to let you know
jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que son los numero uno jajaja
Seguimos
come get me
Got plays they come by the fifty
Young nigga, he play with them Simi's
Young nigga, he scraped with the Glitzy
Young nigga, he'll flood your
But I ain't gonna stop
I met a girl on Bleecker street
Underneath a lamp she said she had a speaker
I said I had an amp
We took em to Mcdougal and
We
dicky, dicky (Bang)
Call me cent how I'm stacking up these fifty's fifty's (Ay, ay)
We big like Giza
Call me pussy pleaser (Pleaser) (Giza)
I am evil
Shoot
Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
Some Say I'm Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same
when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with
militant
Cause many men wishin death upon me like I'm 50 cent
But I can't go think about my sins and I start to repent
Cause lord knows to fuck somebody over
wave back
No cap im going 360
Force Ones foamed out
These shits was 360
My name heavy in these streets
Butter Bean Dempsey
Giving these bitches
heard," I'm back in my zone like what's the word
In my fucking bag, I'm not turning back, like fuck the salt
I'm in my fucking bag and I'm not turning back
By yo homie
Gotta keep the grass low
Watch out for the snakes
Know we
Boutta blow
Just uping up the stakes
If its
Me and bro
Splitting 50 cent cakes
fifty’s and Hundies
Man I’m all about the cream
What you mean
I mean cho
I mean doe
Nigga I need mo
Nigga what you mean
Legal tender sufficient funds
left
Up in the street bitch think this shit cool
Niggas don't do it for fun
Look up on my back you can see a couple scars
Lil shooter is a villain and
He
me
Grew up in the slums never dumb was friendly
But the streets beat it outta me tell 'em I'm deadly (I'm deadly)
By the end of 5th grade more than
to that/
Manifestation rap/
The infiltration from the station got us pacing back/
I stay in tact like a poster/
Posted in the crib, hopeful. Watching 50 Cent
me inhale
No time to look up in the sky
Dry your tears and stop cryin'
50 Cent show us at 2005
There's a lot of fake goals so Get Rich or Die Tryn'
lovin' it
Carve a smile on his face now what's funny bitch
I laugh at my opps we ain't duckin' shit
I put one in his face like he 50 cent
I knock out all
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