Lyrics:
They been gave up on me
Walked 'round with the same shoes, Getting laughed at by homies
Talk down, see the same clues, I trust what you showed me
I
on my wrist
Another 50 for the chain
I'm just playin I ain't never been out to see Johnny dang
What a shame, dark watch
But I won't cop unless it's plain
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
50 don't care to hear my last two cents (you get that?)
It's alright though atleast the man upstairs knows that I repent (kinda)
Karmas got her way
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
years ago we couldn’t find a damn thing to eat
Now you’re telling me to pay a cent for a treat
Now the government has closed your eyes the problems you
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
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
bigger than just bein' on the rich list
Might be insanity, but people call it gifted
My face is goin' numb from the shit this stuff is mixed with
Watch
got Benjamin's
Toxic niggas for the win
I'm not liked by many man
Feeling like I'm 50 cent
Member having 50 cents
Hundreds made off flipping it
Enough
a city in the west coast
On this quest to get rich
Or die trying, tread soft
Word to 50 cent
I don't even need a vest
For the Teflon
When they let
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
sign[00:45.97]I can see you by your sign[00:48.19]It's all jewelry up inside[00:50.53]Can't mix up what's hers and mine[00:52.47]Runnin' in the town but it's back
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same Niggas Wouldn't Offer To Give Me Shit
Niggas Hate You When You Rich, But Love When You Broke
I Never Knew I Had So Many
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
be me could be nobody else
Watch how I do it myself
Bitch I'm the champ
I'm the one with the belt
Plus I'm so hot I just make the shit melt
All by
Brrr! Get that money watch it fall to the ground
Get that money, can you count it by the pound
Get that money watch it fall to the ground, get that
fry these niggas like chicken, goddamn where's the rice?
I mean, they are mini men to me, rats no mice
50 cents is all I got on me, come on G's follow
Leave you there crying on your own
Be a man, lose your queen you ain't no drone
So shut up bitch and watch that tone
You never guess by day three where I
God put them in
Father Son Spirit I got plenty friends
This is not fifty cent (No) We got many men
(Yeah) Bring the lions out take them out the den
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