Lyrics:
dog I'm kinda real
(I only rap about what I do
And that 50 Cent's hot)
That's how I feel to be down you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R
OC, OG
ain't that rich yet no I'm sorry
Once this tape drops different story
Imma catch you round the bend
Chilling with the same old friends
Listening to 50
Hello, hello, my ace man, my fellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, oh no
I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those
autographin' on the chest, put your bottles in the air for Ya-yo, he on house arrest, and on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West,
now, stomp, G G G G-Unit,
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
sick
Many men want see me fall, dawg I feel like 50 Cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say
world
Know my name
Welcome to Marco Island
Where this home court
Forever runs the game
Ball so hard
You'll have no other choice
Than to vote me
First
like a wood
Then I smoke em like I should
50cent and the Game, "This is how we do"
Haters do anything to destroy your image
But I got courage bitch
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
the Cartier to Wale
Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover
Told Warner Brothers that the game's over
For me to move forward from here on I need 50
I ain't talking
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
cent
I haven't died yet so I must be gettin rich
Aye let the church say amen
Because even if I'm judged by 12 Lord love me so there's no saving them
Y'all want some evidence, I'll show it
Hated on by many men
Got me feeling like my names 50 Cent
I'm reality, you a gimmick
Chuck me a fire ass beat I'll
to mention
Told Jada give me a kiss then I yanked on her lox
Her hair I started to style as my p beat her box
She Said I stole the show like 50 cent how
And you can never say the X didn't hit ya
Ayo, I put it on ya, but first I warn ya
This ain't no average skit, this is a hit
More than you hit, better
aches
Like big yatch a fuckin spaceship
You need a real man I'm the replacement
I could get you right wit no hesitation
That new nigga in the game but
favorite tv shows I've watched over the past year
La casa de papel
Ozark
Snowfall
Every 50 cent show
Squid game was good
Can't think of others right now so I
just popped a xan, fifty thousand in Japan (fifty thousand in Japan)
You know what I'm sayin'
I ain't doin' no playin', you dig (Dexter)
Dexter
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
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
give her more than 50 cent
Asked her body count she said many many many men
Different flavors, different colors like some M&M's
Nigga fuck yo battle rap,
50 cent the Game this is how we do
She let me poke her face, in poker face, then she got the deuce
If I was you, follow suite
Dogg yo bitch tryna
niggas theories
It's funny how one verse can fuck up the game
You bought a 4.0 you better get your change
Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch
like I canceled Scream, yeah
Everybody wanna do something
Everybody gonna do nothing
You fronting, yeah
I don't give fucks no more
I don't give fucks no
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