Lyrics:
leaning on the fence
Tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster
Real big wheel when a gun is in his
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
time I drop I'ma kill
Lotta niggas never know how that feel
Put this one right here together with Skate
My nigga up when they sleep he awake
We in
the plug right by the bed on the 101
101, it's a real nigga 101, this a trill nigga 101
Real nigga 101, let's have a real nigga 101, this a real nigga
thangs
I slang weed, cocaine and hero ayn
50 Cent that's my name
Nigga I bring the pain you thought
Shit stay the same nigga shit gon' change
Put a bullet
them up in a pot
Its Big and some pac n you mix em up and you got, juggernaughts of this rap shit, like it or not
(50 Cent verse)
I got a gambling
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Oh, but two hours of pushin' them brooms
Buys
Yo yo
I need no introduction everybody
Heard of 50 Cent and heard of G-Unit
I'm not high tech and I'm not qualy
You see me in the club
You
prefer?
The nigga that's gonna sell a fight?
Or the nigga that's gonna end the
Fight when he get in one?
Ya house? Got foreclosed
Your cars? Got repo'd
I would dream about the end of the world
I would see the heavens
Be caught by you
You and me will be here
I will sit here and I will watch
Us
You
be lookin' at me funny
Watchin' the plate when I tithe, put in my money (money)
I don't wanna go back to that hell
Rather be dead than doin' life in
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (DJ Durel)
(Yeah, Pluto)
Put a fifty round in that Glock
Plush leather when you droppin' the top
I push a button, now I can't
it in my eyes
I ain't playin' wit 'em homie
Yeah I'm strapped when I ride
You real nigga yeah he keep it way hood
To govern a bitch, I make Georgia
A Charleston Chew, it might take me all day to eat it but hey, but hey
Candy equals energy, now four quarters, or sometimes even fifty cents, a dollar
That's in
Getting by in the end and ended up deep in debt
Working our asses off for degrees that won't reap a cent
Yeah that'll leave a dent, when you're two faced
Gardena to Gardere, Louisiana (woo)
We was at Louisiana, came up off them snack packs
50 cent for Shastas, itchy blop up in the backpack
Little Caesar
and then start greeting
Each other like it was meant to be
Cause when you roll with God that should be easy
We was all put together by the same God
So
We been tryna hit a head
Can't find him, go get his mans (get his man)
I'm Doe Boy in that mini-van
50 Cent, many men (oh, really?)
I pull up
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
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
Get them checks and dollar bills, fuck a ho
'Cause if you catch a couple years, they gon' go
They gon' treat you like you jus' another ho
50 Cent
I'm making moves in my city
For all the people who done stuck with me
This that get rich or die trying
This that making cents like 50
I done set more
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
fruit
Do you not see these shades of black and brown gold
Blood in the soil bloom the truth
Ancestor's revenge in the flesh, here to recoup
Oh sweet fifty
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