Lyrics:
on beats that you like you consider it
Suck on so many dicks
Not talking bout one man, I'm talking bout many men
I'm feeling like 50 cent
Talking my shit
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
be two dollars, 50 cents, miss"
She didn't even pretend to flinch
She just grabbed her glass
Took it straight to her lips
But I wasn't convinced
It
Wicked like you never saw, lets go to war
If talkin' hell is hot my change is 50/50
If I die I'm takin' you with me so come and get me
In my chest yo'
shid more than life it gat me feeling different
Coz I put that on my momma
Can't take it back when I had no cent
In the beginning it been struggles
All
and money sent
Grown folk I pay my rent
Pay my dues then stack my cents
Pay my dues then stack my cents
Me and my baby are back in
I'll break you off
about how they did me
Yeah
Everybody 'cept for Boosie, 50 Cent and Dave Chapelle
Ain't none of them niggas I helped get 'em Billboard helped me out
change nigga, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone,
skatin'
Red eye smoking that bomb shit, I'm Satan
Niggas surprised, fifty back on fire
Fifty back running round this bitch strapped
Hit man for hire
It's looking piru
Will kill a Nigga over 50 cent yea bitch don't get ja ruled ja ruled
Stack that money up and don't stop stacking it
And don't stop
feets cost more then your bail
You know you ghetto when you think you represent
But them niggas in the street ain't spendin' a red cent
Ain't tryin'
As for me I stay being the realest
Admired by politicians, street thugs an' killers
I keep feedin' the street but the street feed back
Is that police
With a stash spot in my ragtop
Street dreams down the block
From my dads spot bad cops on my payroll
At a buck a pop like Faygo
Add 50 Cent for like 3
Fifty cents
Take your favorite girlfriend
You know she's of a Mexican descent
Tell it to the family
Ya see it growing day by day
You know you sell
said, what goes around comes back eventually
And karma is a bitch, mine is gonna be pretty, please
Remember kicking me when I was down
Cause that's
like you wanting a pill, my gun put your back on the streets
Spine on the concrete lookin' at the sun
Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked have to come?
He
is back, from shaolin's underground
Who's in town? you guessed it, you guessed it
It's the drunken monk, and i came to get cessted
Infested, wit deep
hit
Like I'm working with elements
I need copper. that's every cent
On my mama, need every cent
That's on God I need every cent nigga
Liable gotta do
so allow me, hand me ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror
Ha, I Know What The Streets Want
All The DJ's Too
Haha, I Told You Nigga's Id Be Back
It's Young Buck
I'm Back Reincarnated Bitches (Let's Go)
Yes
+Vivica+ and never gave her +50 Cent+ (ha ha!)
And I bet you ain't ready for war yet (uh)
My niggaz got stripes, who walk around like the Barbershop
featuring 50 Grand Keith Murray
Yo DJ Honda HAI
Keith Murray HAI
L.O.D. HAI
50 Grand HAI
Redman HAI
Erick Sermon
dog again acting Hollywood again
I just fucked Her and Her friend i was the man back then
Cant get fifty cents from the bitch
misfire with no hits
grew up on 50 cent
I knew I was getting rich
Get rich or die trying
You bitches don’t stop lieing
That chicken just keep frying
I talk a lot of fly
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