Lyrics:
stoned shh but what, I'm grown
Over 21, come over to my zone
In less than two hours see a 50 box blown
Lovin' the smell, feelin' the texture
And we got
death certificate
Death certificate
Death death death
R.I.P to the rappers
That's stuttering
I bring the change but my name isn't 50 cent
Nigga got codes
on the corner
Having artillery like I’m Osama
OG good gas, you can smell the aroma
President tint like I’m riding with Obama
President tint like I’m riding with
it's 6 in the mornin'
Should I stay, ain't got no time to play
Put my ??? by my t-shirt
Then I break, to the door
My partner's three deep in a six-four
sing
While I wipe down the awning
Hey y'all, good morning
Ice cold piragua!
Parcha
China
Cherry
Strawberry
And just for today, I got mamey!
the 44, he rollin' wit 50 Cent
Untold the 50 gallons rock it like 50 Cent
Yea, bussin' at the sky, fuck it I'm high
So big one hit you, your cousin'll die
Uh uh
You got burdens, I got burdens, we got burdens in life
That's why my burner grip tight
And I be smokin' it right
I'm a burden, you a burden,
[Young Buck]
You a thug like me
[Verse 1]
You can catch me green stick it up,
Dick it up,
Cut a nigga shit over 50 bucks,
Need work on the low nigga
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
me for my Air Max 95's
Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride and if I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died
Now I
flights are tragic
Laughing straight to the bank
50 cent
Tryna make a dollar outta 15 cents
Jet lag but I still can't sleep
Sleep's for the rich
Niggas
got it (whats wrong with you?)
50k cash, I got it (i got it)
Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (i got it, bitch)
The game on smash, I got it
My hoes
stacking green
Niggas asking for some handouts I'm like who the fuck is he
Niggas ask me for some handouts you don't look like blood to me
50 Cent my idol
the same old shhhh
And while ya high you don't truly know why
You spent your cash so that you can buy
Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah)
A fifty cent
the same old shhhh
And while ya high you don't truly know why
You spent your cash so that you can buy
Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah)
A fifty cent
to God pre packaged
Fifty in the glitty, we active
I never once wrote a statement (Nah)
Pull out the Rolls, Wraith-y
On the road, pourin' up hard drugs
Lloyd told N.Y.P.D. who got 50 shanked
Next time when the lights go out
I'm pulling a desert eagle when the knives come out
Watch that man get ta tussling
Jesus told you niggas to do?
Work for four dollars and twentry-five cents an hour
And y'all ain't stealing shit?
Well you know me, I started stealing
a youngster
Oj Mayo type,Mayo white
But I black like the Bayo type
Fifty cents (50 cent),we wave hands in your face, Tony yayo night
I pray your type harder
'm alone can't fuck with no lames
Hit the roads I get it damn gone
Make the road smell of 'Dam
I think that's why they call me Dankton
Yeah you know I
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
50 Cent, nigga (Uh, huh) , Tony Yayo (yeah)
Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?)
Yeah, and you don't stop
I do a one
to hit my phone again
50 Cent, I got many men
Friday, slide in a minivan
Bright future, I got plenty plans
Beat up the pussy, I got Tyson hands
Broke nigga
with Donald Trump (oh)
I don't take nothin' too personal, play 50 Cent, I'ma Kurtis Blow
Gold grill and a greasy 'fro, no peace to the PDO
I like
I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[50 Cent]
Nigga now gotta let me break it down for you how it's gon' be
You don't wanna fuck with Snoop cause then
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