Lyrics:
get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word
Niggas would have been pop
Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you
(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,
what your doing
Up and at it day by day
Thrash the beat ruin
Hold up bout to go in
Ballin Patrick ewing
D2
D2
D2r
On my page im flipping
D2
D2
D2
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
wanna choose
I was taught
Get it by the bundle
Sell it by the two
I was taught
Someone fuck it up
Then he get removed
Pussy boy fuck ya fame nigga fuck ya
difference now is I'm making these tunes gonna cook a couple more for my brother and his crew
Fly little bucks never gave two fucks
Run around shirtless never
done
Like if we ain't give a fuck about it
Tryna pull a 50 cent, get rich or die tryin
Be my love, baby, I'll be the illest nigga life for you
Like these
fuck wit many men
No 50 cent
But im really bout my dollars
Man im really bout my Benz
And if I aint got then I swear its coming in
Yeah if I aint got it
student loans, tuition fees
A better you with a lot of dreams, minus all the bullshit by any means
That can't come between your aspirations, fuck that ass
student loans, tuition fees
A better you with a lot of dreams, minus all the bullshit by any means
That can't come between your aspirations, fuck that ass
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
see through the black tints
Amg rims a middy each
More then half they rent
They riding in they bitches shit
Them numbers anit making cents
How the fuck
and cents fifty
Like Curtis Jackson
Ready for lights, camera, action
Don't perform
If you ain't coming with passion
Accelerate like gas
Win in convincing
don't trust none of y'all
And these hoes worthless by the gutter ball
Any beat I'm a fuckin' dog
I can't stop this shit for nothin' y'all
Bitches like you
braces
Not for the fingers, bitches fighting over my paper
Y'all need to chill, sit the fuck down and fix ya makeup
Ghost is ya host, so allow me, hand me
do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)
Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
you Imma stick to death and beyond
Cooking up in the studio ain't talking about no Filet Mignon
Ain't got no cent but hold the 50/50 shots inside my
of weapons when sexin'
Keep your two cents and suggestions (swerve)
Too lit with a nigga watch what i do with it
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by
catch a body and talk to God
My role model brought my head up at thirteen, 50 Cent taught me how to rob
And then my mom moved me to Florida to finish
jake paul I'm boxing with the stars
L before the A O cuz I learnt by testing all the opts
Have Myers walk you down he 2 and 0 that's why he left
Throwing money in the air like I don't really care
Yeah standing on the chair like I don't really care
Got bitches by the pair, I'm baller
call the authorities
First round down
You better pray to God I ain't
Got two more of these
I said fuck who you brung witchu
I could fit 100 shells in
bounced
Put a nigga out of bounds
Freshest nigga in the town
All this drip make drown
Water
Smokin grade by the pounds
Gas
Bad Bitches when i lounge
Dimes
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