Lyrics:
I'm taking what's mine
No time
Gotta go get get it, by any means, get out my site
25/8 On my grind
Leavin' the fakes witout sayin goodbye, no need
finga up when I'm after you
Now I strap a big dick by the Girbaud sign
You heard I'm fuckin yo bitch, so you grabbin yo 9
Movin up like you got it on yo
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a juks, bitch
Motherfucker teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
doin' digits
I'm the one that got the ticket, countin' hundreds in them 50s, bitch
They keep prayin' that a nigga fall, they know they ain't rockin' like
I took your microphone, you can't get it back
Because your rap was wack
I'm comin' fifty strong in an armored tank
And takin' money to the bank
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
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
wacked, they leavin' him splat
Take off, and hit straight for the back
Perc's had him relapsed, I'm poppin' two jiggas
The shit make yo nigga collapse
You lost your common sense for a buck and fifty cents
But full of confidence so high I don't know why
I, I don't know and I don't, I don't care
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of push broom
Buys a eight by 12 four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should
at the numbers and tell me what you come up with
I'm shootin at rappers and leavin dummies steady runnin
Nas gave me flow and a style that I can run with
But I'm
two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent
I bent the corner
She ain't even fuckin me
I cant stand this shit
I just wanna live comfortably
Called my homie Lou
Told him what it do
I'm tryna by a pack man
What's it
around the city yea I'm tryna shoot a viddy
Yeah, I'm kinda faded, got no message, got no biddies
Homie slide through and i only charge em 50
Privilege ,
the love they makin me rich
My ex want me back too bad that i rap
Im only focused on a track cause need some racks
Bitch i think im 50 cent so i need me
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
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