Lyrics:
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go
50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt
The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
motion, do what you gotta do
To get what you gotta get to get your shit rollin
And keep closin, by any means
The 50 cal the 40 or the 30 carbine
Let it
Flip a coin, 50 Cent
50 thousand ain't shit to us
Victoria's Secret is
She really want to get with us
We move different ya'll cant stick with us
Nah
, just the way I talk
I don't drive by no more, this just the way I walk
Gang shit, he had them thangs, got crossed
She don't fuck with broke lames,
ball killin' shit
Realist shit and your main wife dig me
Game try and hit me
Kick game like 50 cent
Niggas wanna play games I quickly
Mob with
teeth
Just cashed out on some glocks the chopper stay inside the spot
Steppers litty in my city our shit bubble like the pot
He get fifty to his tizzy
Ratatatatata (Pa), my choppa go papapapa
Sendin' shots like no tomorrow
Blickys a hoe, so its gunna blow
Takin' lotta shit I pull up with my gang
Scope with
can't fuck with me, damn I move swiftly
Million dollar shit cause the kid tote fifty
Back in the gold house
Riding with the dope out
They don't play this
love with stretching niggas
Why you popping X Shon say that shit like meth lil nigga (Steel)
Bitch I'm booted up don't touch my shoes watch where you
a dem beetches
That's the Hennessy at the top
That's fifty dollars a shot
Too much will make you pop to pieces
'Cause when I party yes I drink to sin
Can't wait to the crash get out hit his ass with a 50
This shit came with a button do em' like they mama did
We gone hit they ass with some switches
These
of Floyd done put that fear into many men
Many men
Fifty Cent Many Men
I'm not a fan can't pretend
Shit get crazy where my baby
Rock my baby FN
Shorty mad
me a hog
My bike worth fifty, Benz worth a hun'
Unrecouped, I do this rap shit for fun
Don't get it twisted, nigga, catch it cause it's real
Had
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
Things picking up fast
Confessions just posted can't wait for my incoming 50-cent check
Lately inspiration been nonstop
I'm a kid in a candy shop
Don't
a dollar for 50 cent cakes with my brethren, Arlen
Niggas got the latest shit, but they say they struggling
I was 18 getting checks from the government,
the power, surrounded by many men
I'm givin' them fifty cent
Two quarters and after half, we put niggas in the rim
I'm him, you one of them
See me, I'm jus one
Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto.
Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting
50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
nigga J.T. Motherfucker check it out
See I'm a pimp you motherfuckers better know
'Cause when I find out my bitch ain't shit I MIGHT let her
to see it depress
Works got me tired and cant handle the stress
Makn 8.50 an hour till Im nearin my death
Ain't the life for me I was destined for best
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
at the zoo, cause the trenches had grabbed me
50 cents for chips, 2 for a dollar, break a bag, not stingy
She got a cute face, I compliment, bet I be in her
you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All you do window shop
I seen you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All
Obsessed, she's a mess
But she's one of god's best
Invigorated with self hate
Banging inside her chest
Drowning in her emotions
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