Lyrics:
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
a gangsta who live and die by the gun
Caught a hot one, sprayin' you bitches 'til there is none
I'm like a Rolling Stone, homie, I got you under my thumb
of the world
Awaken
Workers of the world
Awaken(awaken)
They've been trying to tell us
For the last fifty years
We should feel lucky to have a job
But we
cent.
Lekker naar Zuid-Frankrijk,
dat zijn we zo gewend.
De euro, de euro, de euro,
een fluitje van een cent.
Een fluitje van een cent, euro euro
die
Get Rich or Die Tryin and I'm still in/stealin time
We so alive
Can't stand up, if you ain't on ya grind
50 times I served them 50 lines
I seen 50
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I love it
From
to blow a bitch allowance
We know them niggas tellin' but we hustle harder (hustle harder)
I was born to kill, I pray I die a martyr (die a martyr)
You
I looked down in there
It was was only a dream, I knew
I knew it was new
It was only a dream
I knew it was true
I die
Things come true
I die
They do
To live and die on that corner
We still posted on that same block
In them slums where it get treacherous
The Bible, Glocks, and F&Ns
They hoppin' out
stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (it's 50)
And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (yeah)
If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off,
stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (it's 50)
And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (yeah)
If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off,
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
to sanitize
I'm coming in fully automatic it's time to sterilize
C M R
We heading up
I moved down south
But near the apps
I still got ties
I live by a code
I
gonna eat, man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's little punk ass thinkin' out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game,
gonna eat, man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's little punk ass thinkin' out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game,
Motherf***in' T.R.U.
Soldier til I die, f*** it I won't cry
Look my ENEMY, in the eye
F*** every n**** that ain't real, cause we bout it
And if I have
pienk by die see, Boys High war cries and friends who live on beer
Skree vir Sundowns, the sky's the limit, 80 vir Engels in matriek, flippin legitimate
Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics
Like the Holy Koran
N****s get Shook Like 5-0
My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride
Plus Survival
Money Making plans
Pistol
that bennigans
Timmy 21 to my competition
I’m a stomp em
In some timberlines
As a youngin listened to 50 cent
Get rich or die trying
Story telling
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
Huh?
We come from the trenches, nigga
Trap, trap (woo)
Same fit for a week straight (grrt)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fifty-cent cake, now, we eatin'
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