Lyrics:
fifty dollars for a T-shirt"
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch shit
I call
a minute
That's three dollars fifteen cents
For a fifteen minute call
Do the math
Three hundred minutes a month that we get
Times twenty one cents
That's
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires
I'll fo'-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song
And really do it, that's the true
, fifty
Can’t trust everyone you know
So I do the most
With those I keep close
Even when plaques come
Through the door
It’ll stay the same
What they say
succession, hit the booth and do what's expected
Niggas steady hating they ain't learned a lesson
If that boy got a problem I'll solve his question
If it ain't
skin
Bring as many men you want, you gon' end up like 50 Cent
Like I'm goin' for trophies, I never back down from any challenge
Lookin' at my progress,
of drug to get misused, it's different
I know Shits high, it's only havin better awareness
You do anything to get by, just to get misused you careless
I
like "Yo, that's fifty dollars for a t-shirt"
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a t-shirt, that's just silly overpriced
fifty dollars for a T-shirt"
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch shit
I call
contract.
I'm just sitting in benz.
I don't want your 5 cents.
I'm listening to 50 Cent
Don't want to fame
No one's born a blacksmith.
You're like selling
Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
Its the way i live my life
Always give 100 take back 50
Give one 100 and i take back 50
Dont have anytime to be so thrifty
Dont need a shrine just
On the grill of my lowrider
Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires
I'll fo'-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song
And really do it, that's the true
now, lemme see you make it clap (make it clap)
On my 50 Cent shit cuz I’m bouta get the strap, yea (boom boom)
You know I do it for the day ones (day
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
New York City!
You are now rapping, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it,
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy
can)
Anything you can buy I can buy cheaper
I can buy anything cheaper than you
Fifty cents
Forty cents
Thirty cents
Twenty cents
Nah, you can't
Yes, I
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is
of town bitches, (Thirty-four)
help me put it down bitches (Thirty-five)
Hangin' 'round, give you pussy by the pound bitches (Thirty-six)
Them do
Do anything that's what I do
Just so that she would be mine
I'll give her all my time
Every part of me my mind
Soul and my body wassup i wanna
Die rich or trying to get whatever 50 cent said
I'm the man I'm the boss that's the belt I wear across
On my waist unbuckle it for haters who want
[Hook]
I am 100, I double 50 cent
If you wanna talk ish ya derrier gets kicked
Show you who's boss like Feds did Micheal Vick
And show ya how
had to make sum
All my opps black i aint talking bout a mason
Lil beaner jit but I mix it with Jamaican
Anything I do, man, I really swear they hating
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