Lyrics:
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
an incision
Fuck where'd the beat go
Ain't no one do it like me
I got the vision
Flow isn't worth fifty cents
More like millions
I've got that animal ambition
day
They match 50 cent of the dollar up to 6 percent
Then you max the contribution, that's 6 percent
So now your dollar's worth a dollar 50 cents
Same
sick
Many men want see me fall, dawg I feel like 50 Cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say
I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
This is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men
No 50 cent
But I'm wild
I can't get no rest
Up all night
Don't get
my two cents
Boy I ain't Job, don't be stupid
I told a demon, can't touch, I'm exclusive
Stop playing 'em games, what you doing
I just had to offer up
had to offer up my two cents
Boy I ain't Job, don't be stupid
I told a demon, can't touch, I'm exclusive
Stop playing 'em games, what you doing
I just
this on your necklace
Talking about you in the game
Y'all some rookies
We you now know, that we some veterans
Who the hell better than m-IG-O-S
We'll
your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse]
[Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm hustling for
I leave you sprung maybe
I have your head spinning sayin' 50 so crazy
I don't play no games, I don't play no games
See when I'm in that thang,
diamonds too
I just got new diamonds by the way
Uh, woah
Dexter, huh
Uh, yeah, uh what
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your man)
I
mattress bed
In fact I get practice being dead but I sure feel like I am on fifty shades of meds
Let me get that Adderall I'll give you fifty cents i insist
& beg, the hoe to buy the new 2k
I'm the type to fuck a bitch, and buy a bottle of Dusse (free Trey)
M&M's, I'm on 8 Mile, shoutout 50 Cent
Shawty say she
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I hit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I pit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
I'll leave you sprung baby
I'll have ya head spinnin' sayin' 50 so crazy (crazy, crazy)
I don't play no games (I don't play no games)
So when I'm in
me
Can't stand a groupie, cause a groupie's purpose is usually to use me
They usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve
Who he
offense
Your boy up next, nigga fuck the bench
Got bills due, gotta pay the rent
Need every dollar, every cent
Making power moves like 50 cent
Business
man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a juks, bitch
Motherfucker teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Look at 50's shot
But fuck that never mind that shit you did
You tryin' to sell albums I'm just
Tryin' to feed my kid
Game, you gonna respond to Mr
fly trap really has bloomed
Eat it up Eat it all
Imma stand tall Like I ball Til I fall
Off your radar cuz Im small
Yet a player in the game I aint ever
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
your first job was Postmates
Them hoes you f*** with, you had them last year
You a reptile, your ex wasn't fooled by them crocodile tears
So much snot in
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
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