Lyrics:
Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife
From the house work that I did, to the kids, even our sex life
She said I was crazy so I threatened to prove
can never go wrong
Yo east New York gon ?skin connectin me? this kid live next to me
Manifests ecstacy to specialize in treachery
Subliminal
the dice
And catch 50 from the stick we got
Before they see us eating
Shrimp streak and some rice
But sometimes you got to pay the price
And I don't mean
end it!
And bring this shit back to business
You can have yo bitch dog
I live by the rules I'm givin'
[Chorus]
Come on, come on, come on
Grab
dippin'
Un-forgiven by so many men who wish to 50 Cent him
Talkin' bout how is he still shittin'?
Thought by now he would be empty
All this power in my
body but my spirit lives
The impact of' that gat can never take spirit kid
Besides that if it's not my time then I'm 50 cent
The goodness of God
the hawk that he was in New York?
Kept the waves spinnin on the cross, of course
Come back a little cutty endorse
Risked it for his kids the pain is lost
Can't say the same about you
Through the trials and tribulations, still road along,
Cause thats , Just what I do
I'm trying to hit New York, Just show 'em
in their concentration on liquor stores
They held up more than fifty of them in Manhattan and the Bronx
We have descriptions of the gang members from
the same
Nike sneakers, Guess jeans and gold chains
The Rugged Child be bringin drama to your system like drugs
Live and direct, from New York like
to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them."
8) "Never whine. Whining lets a brute know that a victim is in the neighborhood."
9) "Be certain
black Prisons
who got caught with Karrots from Egyptians
Semarians, contacted by Aliens
black Elohiem trapped in the Beast
kidnapped in the East
now in
resumes
You couldn't bring down my shine if
It was after the noon
I don't have to consume all
Your fucking captions and zooms
I'm from New York we don't
Course you know I'm talkin' bout the AR-15 rifle
50 dead in Vegas and they callin' it a trifle
'The right to bear arms', yeah you don't get to take lives
City we from made us
Shooters keep the thing tucked
Talk shit get your face snubbed, you might get your chain took
Lifestyle you live made up
Never
can't keep you close
I been had to hustle evicted from my crib in 7th grade
Needed new clothes sold dope and got good pay
Fuck a real job I made my own
Men with 50 Cent
I'm grateful and benevolent cocky never arrogant
I'm gon tell my story and never change the narrative
Honesty's imperative I honestly
know.
Because bled by many cents of 50, a joe,
Death seems easy, while life's the foe,
He isn't dead,
c legend instead,
If my words could be said.
Okay,
this nigga, fuck this nigga
Hundred rounds lay 'em down from a far
Talking that trunk shit laid down by the bar
Spit it how I live it, yeah, I'm down
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
I travel the land with the SP in my hand
Rock from New York, London and Japan
It`s time to take command expand to higher lands
P.H. the next man
staff, I pray like this
I break mics in half, shit realism
Fuck Moet and baguettes, that get paid off
Or get laid off, I spray New York
I'm an angel,
to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
50 Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never see
to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
Fifty Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never
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