Lyrics:
talking glock nines
Keep my straps in fives
They could never take my life
I'm talking Asap cause I always fucking strive
On the mic sleep deprived
If I die
feeling theme going on if there are problems lets talk it out i never preach
Wisdom is mine wont even be washed away with the strongest bleach i figured
that lobster over here by that stake
If you lookin' for some hens
I got ten on the way
I ain't fuckin' with these niggas
I'm an industry virgin
run, 30 in every drum, oh my god
He dead not breathing SB beating
And Rugby lost his mind
Die Y got tired of blitzing them
Lil my kids in a... mouth, opp
remember when all I had was 50 cent
They praying on my downfall, many men
All my life I had to fight and if a pig on my neck
The 4'5 knocking hairs off his
mouth (yeah)
Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis
Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises
(She's dead) Homie histor
An' outa nowhere your
you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All you do window shop
I seen you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All
cant pay me
Why u posting pics
U not my lady my lady
Talk the talk the talk
But all the talk is too hatey
Making these tracks cant go easy there boy
If
room was lit by candles
But we still made it out of that bitch
Could never go back to that shit
Tommy hill go figure
Why I'm built this way
Seen too much
bags on my enemies, nigga
You might just get killed if
You friends with these niggas
Friends with these niggas
Men with these niggas been with these
the faggots that'll talk about me as soon as I bounce
All your men are hating me, four door Inf. off white
With the nickels, the chip, and the clear lights
Could have been me, could have
Been that nigga Fifty
Don't beef with the 60 you get
Shot down in cold blood
Ask the nigga Nipsey, know he
Got some dead
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
to dig six feet
Plus you ain't really that big b
It takes two weeks for your skinny *ss
To decompose in the dirt b
Ain't got nothing on me
No fifty cent
Ya hate me cause I I'm nice up on the mic
I'm twice the size of rice
My flow keepin em' right
Brain dead you need cents like 50
Cause you won't truly
If you get offended by this song
It's about you
Fuck you, you think you're the shit
Well I'll tell you right now
I'm about to loose it
Cuz you act so
I swear to god i been tryna be the bigger man
Trigger finger itchy i buss quicker than minute men
I feel like 50 these niggas looking like many men
choke, I'm willing to be graded just without the need
Of favors, supplied in high demand by higher men, there's fire in, cause if I repent then
My
bring a plate and wonder why they couldn’t sit with you
If you ain’t talking money then you better talk residuals
Never rode a wave I’ve always been
many men like 50 Cent
Sorry, I had to take it from you niggas that ain't give me shit (I'm sorry)
In the trap, I run me up a ticket, had to flip it
a hit
Came home did a hit again
Didnt make the news
But that shit hit citizen
I swear to god I been feelin like 50 cent
Loved by many but hated by many
in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
That's how we get down
Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk
Stick up kids don't live long in New
Intro: (50 Cent)
(Two street kids now men, its sad it had to end this way, But before i go into that...lets start from the begining....)
Intro: (50
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