Lyrics:
a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend, come here
Oh shit, you my man's niece, the gourmet pocket twenty
Bombs made of clay, Sexcapades take place
Jew is you, Jeremiah fourteen and two
Enforced by the Hebrew
Ya hovered by the eagle, America is evil
Let no man deceive you, beat you,
with the backlash and the mad raps
That'll make a motherfucker say that i'm a bad man
Whose gone mad again
Ya'll posers ya'll manequins
I'm an MC
Children stop to steel, listen to me
God walked down by the Briny sea
Beheld evil of the sinful men
Declared that he would destroy the land
Spoke to Noah
is bent
Count up every cent
You want money
It get honey
Don't get bitchy
That's suspicious
I wanna do what I wanna do
But ma's rent don't get paid by
At night I'm a mad man, by day I'm a sad man
It's three AM and I can't take
My hand off this knife i'm scared and alone
And all I wanna do is die
My
station in Jamaica
Queens zach Fink Ny1 50 cent:
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50
Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want
dead
Hide your head
Or be like him too bad
Don't stand by me
Don't talk with me
They feared and scream
I'm like wolverine
I'm too bad
Evil in my veins
dead
Hide your head
Or be like him too bad
Don't stand by me
Don't talk with me
They feared and scream
I'm like wolverine
I'm too bad
Evil in my veins
rap crew
Talkin' 'bout "bars is back"
Man don't you know that's what
Everybody in battle rap do?
Stupid! Your raps suck, you the truth to who?
Against
be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen
Queens get jacked by the king of spades
Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev Won, poker face
Full house, royal flush,
wrong, this can't be right
Man, it's so much, this can't be life (yeah)
Shit get real, me and K. on back
(We gotta do what we gotta do, you feel me)
Never
These niggas love to sneak diss, then try to shake hands (uh-uh)
Wanna kill me? Gotta get permission, I'm a made man (I'm a made man)
Last niggas played
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced out dog tags Presidential R
yeah)
50 Cent, too much Henny, man, I'm bent, I'm outta here
I got places to go, got people to see (yeah)
The penitentiary ain't the place for me
yeah)
50 Cent, too much Henny, man, I'm bent, I'm outta here
I got places to go, got people to see (yeah)
The penitentiary ain't the place for me
the guy you pretend to be man
That's why when you take a shot
It's not going to be Hennessy man
That pawn knocks on my evils man, damn
I can't let it slide
the guy you pretend to be man
That's why when you take a shot
It's not going to be Hennessy man
That pawn knocks on my evils man, damn
I can't let it slide
The look
The sauce
The bag
You gotta pay me in cash
Went out and got me a bag
That's why them niggas is mad
Most of them stuck on the past
Too busy
Is it the beat, is it the rap
Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When 13 year olds control the remote
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
so we can pick a side
We fall for it
Rushing in the lines to pick another guy who's not for us
But we take the lessor of the evils
But why do we think
like 50 sins
100 bands or 50 cents
Shit don't matter keep it 100 man
That's what's I tell me on my cloud
Yes I'm a humble man
Say it out loud
Make them
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
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