Lyrics:
You don't know how we do things Shut the door and don't fuckin say shit I'ma bust you, gimme that fuckin wrench You shut the fuck up I'm gonna crack
(for real)
Dope fiend beggin' for a dollar from me (what?)
But all I got is fifty cents for a cigarette (here)
Landlord in my apartment knockin'
Bitch real bad, yeah she fine as a dime
No 50 Cent, but I'm get rich or die tryin
Yuh, Yuh, 50 Cent I'ma get rich or die tryin
Seating in a two door Vet
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
around and they borin'
We don't make love with these bitches
Bought a new Bentley truck with the riches (ya dig?)
Fuck one, both my palms itchin' (woah)
em' out they clothes
Smoke marijuana by the O, our eyes low
My pockets covered in zero's
Bitches run up to me like a hero
My niggas rob like De Niro
it by myself
Nigga fuck being broke
Nigga it’s young Guapo
I’m handsome and wealthy
We do not check the forecast
But we changing the weather
Designer
skip all these bitches
Carried by 6 if you keep helping 12
You ain't all bout the gang you just one with the snitches
Bitches
Like whos up next
Rockin
niggas go penny pinch (yeah)
I got some millions off of 50 Cent (woo, 50)
Time to switch up the remedy (switch it)
My nephew, my nephew was innocent
bitches since a fetus
I don't give a fuck tell mama hit the dealer
Ugly ducklin' finally got his ticket
Bitch I read the books and then the plot had really
Used to wanna fuck 2
Now I wanna fuck the crew
cll bad bitches in the rear
Me and young Metro jumpin' out the Lear
Some fresh new gear made the bitch
I prolly fuck more bitches from
St louis than you did!
I still remember when Bill
Collector knot grew big
But fuck ya little brother bitch
If I get
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
a coat
and them houses in calico
me and Lil Turk heard of a merger
on a murder
fifty G's (grand) on his head
what ht fuck did you said
fifty G's
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
switch up on my niggas
I show love to all of my niggas
Can I come by, fuck what happened last night
I need good vibes don't you give me bad vibes
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence
Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
Yeah, Patek Philippe (yeah)
Different size diamonds and it's neat (yeah, yeah)
Wipe a nigga nose (yeah)
Fifty bitches with me like Floyd (yeah, yeah)
on stilts on these hoes (woo)
Fuck ya' baby daddy right now (right now)
Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (pound)
Go down, eat it up, don't drown
Mac n'
say" shit
Unless he say she said she on my dick
It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck wit' me get shot up (brrat, brrat)
I do a Cali' style drive-by
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out
your bitches, shack your bitches
I pimps up, smack my bitches
You want to fuck trick your bitches
I duck flip my bitches, get that cash with that
blessed by name
And Ima leave out the same fuckin way I came nigga
I elevated to a place where these bitches can't bite me
Bitches want to fight me, say
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