Lyrics:
things y'all n- y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blaow
My pinky ring talk it say, "50, I'm sick"
That's why these n- is on my
Yeah!
Another banger on the way
On the way
Let's split it
Fifty fifty
We're splitting this track three ways baby yeah fifty fifty
Yeah!
Special guest
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[Intro]
New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent)
Are you ready? (are you ready?) (*gun cocks*) I said are you
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
Make sure when you talk it's true
Before both my fists just bust both
Them lips that you talkin' through
Arsonal, let me talk to you
You soft as shit
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
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
diamonds, froze (yeah)
Came from the bottom, toes (woah, Kenny)
Yeah, backend Baby (a hundred)
That's what they pay me a show (let's go)
That's probably
an incision
Fuck where'd the beat go
Ain't no one do it like me
I got the vision
Flow isn't worth fifty cents
More like millions
I've got that animal ambition
mack, I push your shit back
Ferrari F-50 jet black, I'm 'bout to get that
Ladies love L.L. But they let me hit that
Is it the way I look? Or is it
on
Founded in 1801 by Alexander Hamilton
That is 190 years continuous of fucked up news
Yo one can play the game, two can play the game
Yo Flav read
I don't play Atari
Steve Harvey
Or let my daughter date diddy
That nigga 50
I thrifted just time fine mines
Take time let it age
Fine wine
If
that shit been a long time coming up
Got my confidence
Fuck a cop and for sho
Fuck a op cuz I'm pushing these rhymes like some smack or some crack rock
thought that shit was Act they say it's Tris
I see she dealing with new niggas, that had me sick
Many men want see me fall, dawg I feel like 50 Cent
Feel
sayin' my name 'cause umm, that'll get you nowhere
But West Bubblefuck, with a kick in yo' nuts
So, if you wanna hit the guts then you gotta play yo'
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life
So many niggas wanna play but still got dues to pay
Some of 'em gotta beg a bitch to stay
But I don't, I
stuck on one side, I can't play the fence
I fell in love with the streets and I been thuggin' since
Get rich or die tryin', fifty cents
Only he had nine
lock that ain't locked
When no one's around
I sing
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?
and 50 cents i am so famous I'm doing
A collab with 50 cent
50th century is his name so with that I went
Oh shit he's upper class I
Bet he pays his rent
hot
Word of mouth so ludacris
Young buck
Trying to make a dollar outa fifty cent
Sorry mama
Cleaning out my closet
Quoting Eminem
Nip said double up
since
They don't Curtis see me rich, wouldn't give me 50 cent
Show no courtesy with these sticks, we let them bitches spit
I know Curtis see these sticks.
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