Lyrics:
replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face
at me) , I'm zoned out bangin' Toadmilk
(inaudible: Told to your folks) your name is
Dragged in filth (in the dirt)
Dragon fire when it come to
Bars I got
want no smoke
No, y'all niggas don't put no hours, but
I know I got that power
No Kanye West No 50 cent
I swear she got that power
No bulletproof gun
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
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent; can I live
Winners win said I couldn't, then I did again and again
I'm a winner I got through it; no excuses
alive
Lost to the world on a fifty cent jive
Fireman, fireman call of your dog
This isn't a blaze, it's just a hog in a log
Fire on the mountain, it's
I'm a pimp tight, nigga ridin clean after midnight,
Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
Run up on your bitch and ask her what that
match no biggie one little stone hit but he caught 50
Fighting with my sword and my ammo got plenty
Like a two edge sword word of God cut deeply
Cant tell
[00:00.000] Booty Music - 戚爷
[00:01.420] Lyrics by：Git Fresh
[00:02.841] Composed by：Git Fresh
[00:04.302] When it be going like that boom boom
is bent
Count up every cent
You want money
It get honey
Don't get bitchy
That's suspicious
I wanna do what I wanna do
But ma's rent don't get paid by
(50 Cent)
Might just fuck the nigga bitch
I ain't got shit to do (yeah, I can)
Gotta put my shit on DND soon
As I hit the booth (Hit the booth)
Why you
Diablo's
That Eminem money got cash in my Escrow
Screws ???? swimmin' in my Castro
Yay' rap is crack, and I got the best blow, best flow
Banks' put me in
of the gun,
Rocket propelled grenades blow you away if you front,
We got no police ambulance or fire fighters,
We start riots by burning car tires,
They
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you
fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man
label me a real one
(Boy50)
Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it
Put a condom on that dick around that Glock, they'll know I'm well
everywhere burst two seconds
Yay yay yay
Them nor want make I taste the money
But oluwa give me testimony
I count my blessing
One by one
See all the things wey
I was born bleeding
Rotten spam we'll mark ham like York Region
This the documentary on how we do it
The game's making fifty cents to fifty g's for my
love it
From Washington to Franklin whether grinding or ganking
Getting money gives a sensation that leaves me captivated
Fascinated by the thought
to get it got to get it
[50 Verse]
This is heroin medicine that morphine flow
My gun go off nigga and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound 3n57
Never set a goal that I can't reach
I be reaching
I back up every word that my mouth speaks
Yay
So if you got that fire
Then I'll bring the heat
Miami
tryna blame the fire (fire) but that's like wettin' water (water)
You either burnt or washed out, so get in order (order)
Everyday it's gettin' harder
The day you left, I wonder where you went
And I am the man, like 50 cent
I love her freshest hair, like a peppermint
M.I.A
M.I.A
M.I.A
Baby, why don't you
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