Lyrics:
motherfuckers don't even know do you?
Take some Big and some Pac and you mix them up in a pot
Sprinkle a little Big L on top, what the fuck do you got?
You got
forever
Is the blood in your veins
Wake up, daddy, now is the time for change
And as your child I'm telling you I don't give a damn if we living
no middle row
I am never no middle man
Fuck the world I don't give a damn
Niggas you envy I'm livin' them
Your bitch think I'm mixed with a Indian
I
the knifes
So don't be decided by the lies
Or what you're seeing with your eyes
Because the truth is in disguise
And It's that fact that I despise
So fuck
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
Stop it, stop it hey radio, fuck you! Radio
Fuck you! Y’all don’t want to lose again a
Lot of people here tonight felt like
They lost you know why?
pattern impediments
Serve a sermon of serpents
Always get better hands
Buck fifty, give a fuck 'bout two cents
Didn't get to grow and shed out a set
as I’m beating
Watch me Hit that ass from behind
Don’t give a fuck cause you my
Koolaid Ramen Baby
She so simple
She don’t give a fuck about the diamonds
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
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
up
I don't care if you don't give a fuck
Easiest bands I'm running up
Talk on me and you fuck
Run my pad and get them bands
Yeah, bitch I'm with is
From different blocks
You know I don't fuck with you
But you cool with my opps
Nigga ain't nothing like me be the same
I can get to snitching on on your
motherfuckin' kids
We just some motherfuckin' kids
We love and miss you, Mac
For those of y'all who don't know man
Mac is the whole reason that I started
Doing
play not today
What the fuck happened to MTV
Why these whack people get to make a cd
I dont know man look at 50 Cent
He dont move his mouth when
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
hand (no fifty cents in my hand)
I don't fuck with cowards, I'm a real man (I'm a real man)
If I die, just take me to the kin', Tamela Mann (Tamela
have my fun
Smoke like I don't give a fuck
Live my life, have my fun, fuck that shit
You only get one
Fuck that shit, I gotta sip some
I gotta bitch
Aye,
Yea what up
You know we getting it in
You know what they say
Don’t get mad GET MONEY
We getting louie and J's gucci and RAys (ball)
We spending
don't give a fuck about no Glock or no fucking gen
I'm aggravated, pull a four, bitch you can't come in
We only fucking for the night, fuck I look like
How many loonies gon' fuck this whore
Crazy or bored
I don't know
What's the difference
Getting so floored
I was taught by the British
Overage cuz we
niggas when they give you that deal
Don't be thinking you got some money that's your last big meal
U ain't ever seeing a cent again that Shìt be weird I'm
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
originator
Fresh off of my hiatus yelling, 'fuck you' to all of my haters
They Skywalker, I'm Darth Vader
Promise, I don't give a shit about 'em
Let 'em
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