Lyrics:
got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!
Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went
with a lotta lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By
Livin' dat, yo what's up black?
Well its my third day home and not a cent to my name
No jobs they claim I'm back in the drug game
I need some money in
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya,
Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black
One day I
Aye
Aye
Bow bow
What it do Nate
You ready? (Yeah)
Alright hold up hold up hold up think we got one there
(Aye) Twenties and fifties and hundreds
We
these simple games mean so much,
Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, with silver buttons down her back.
She asks for fifty cents, to see the elephants, jump
means
My enemies gotta pop a Queen
Pimp on God, call me 50 Cent
Cadillac, tell me how it went
Demonic creature
Walking through the valley of the dead
jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que son los numero uno jajaja
Seguimos
the bankrolls
Big steppa I'm clumsy
Raised off 50 cent nutties
I was a kid like Cudi
Just tryna get cuddi
Leave them pigs no evidence
I done seen killers snitch
who ain't put in no work and say marry me
Free him out the pen, got many years behind you a married man
Like 50, lost my Cents, I done talked to many
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
do one more game of counting by fives on our fingers
This is a long one, keep going
Get set, ready, go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50, 55,
me for no money now
Never went to school, never thought about Clark or Morris Brown (woo)
'Til I took your bitch, drop her off right there by Morris
on his Compton hat
Told me when I got older I would understand that
It's blood in blood out and ain't no turnin' back
Few summers went by and we moved
a rush
Like 50cent want payback from his shady loan like sheesh! (yeah, yeah, uh, what, what)
I didn't think I'm ready until I heard them say
They finna go
put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
of the car
50 cent quickly got a cigar
Said we need to find a place where we can park and talk
Where police don't come, we can spark and talk
I know the spot,
that I got hated
Hated how I got played
Get rich or die tryin'
Make hits or die rhymin'
50 cent he went diamond
Lauryn hill she went silent
Eminem
I could taste it too so I'ma eat it
All of that hate it is just noise I can't even hear it
50 cent I rob you on your birthday
Lose ya future better be
it was driving to a job nigga
To make six dollars and 50 cents an hour
Cus I told myself I gotta be here to come up
I gotta stay down to come up
Do you
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
line.
All day they be servin' them 50 packs,
Came to the table and count about 50 stacks,
Caz I know somebody who can come right over the border
That
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
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