Lyrics:
on my mantra
Born July 6th, like Dalai Lama
And 50 cent, I spent your rent
Just on my hair, my underwear
Say Tommy on 'em, that's on my mama
Shawty
(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,
You had the powder you put on your feet
We had that powder you sniff in your nose
My niggas live by the code
I listen to Rich, I don't listen
with a pistol
I slide with a 50
Starting to feel like I'm Carti, did it by myself, give a fuck if you with me
Draco got Double-D titties
He was sipping
flick and shit
All my niggas G's
In a unit like I'm 50 cent
If a nigga owe me imma
Pop him for that 50 cent
Heard he was the police
So we shot him for
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
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
hate me, b****es in the head beatin 'em (So)
N****s wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherf***er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
this ain't cap
If you live by the code then man got your back
But if you don't then I call up my niggas that carry the strap
This for my niggas that
I'm mandalore this is the way
Why you always talking like you know what to say
I'm living by the street code where there ain't no cheat code
Niggas get
you even try this
I'll swagg with a bankroll
Bills stashed in a safe code
Not a superman i don't save hoes
More like kryptonite with a cape
just like 50, I'm not talking cent
I mean my pops that's Bill, in the M your a kill, talking lyrically nigga yk the deal
I see dead nigga's lyrical he
Getting bought like a street hoe
Got the 50 cent roll in the mother fucking Royce
Ain't no fucking with my boys, wait woah
Who the fuck you think you is
dope
Fridge full of diamonds,
Torch rollin for Terp smoke
I keep the purp bro-
Pass it round the circle
Got 50 other strains in
Tucked away like some
50 cent days
I might split your wig and send it to your mama three ways
You gon do what? To who, me?
I hope you just playing
Cuz I might uber a drive
buys an
Eight by twelve four bedroom, I'm a
A man of mean by no means
King of the road
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no
fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man
Had a meeting with the plug
And we was talking business
Got that thing and broke it down
And it was gone in minutes
Where I'm from nothing long
We
of Shaton don't play
So the family sticks together and we never betray
Nah fuck that
Fifty-two pick up, no cops around
Fifty-two thousand in cash, I don't
was missing shows
Nigga ain't never played with me and they know they can't play with the bros
Locked in, we gon' stay by the code and they knowing
rolling for that terp smoke
Yeah, I keep the purp bro
Pass it round the circle
Got 50 other strains
Tucked away like some merlote
Terp sauce by the jar
In
again
Fuck that
Bounce back
I'm comin' in again
I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
So this is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men
No 50 cent
But I'm
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