Lyrics:
in our case there's a time and place for 50 cent and Ja-Rule
Bridge : As soon as the sound hits my eardrum
These songs get right down in my system
your birds
I'm puttin' up numbers so I'm changin' the stats
You all know by now, yes, a nigga need gats
All my Israeli with the Gaza chops
Fully
make it
And n***** ain't making my phone ring, so busy doing my own thing
That boy heatin up like some propane, yeah
Why he keep acting untouchable? He
adrift
That fucker never gave me a chance to do what I could be doing
Bitch, stop noticing me and do your own fuckin' thing
I don't wanna go too long with
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
gets me through the day
Like a pay up on my job to 50 cents I got a raise
You amaze
It's the feeling runners get cuz love they moving so fast
Why is
style
Threw sketches in a pile
Taking flicks of my own shit making myself smile
Like damn I did that last night
N' met some brothers that would rep by my
and like that and like this
You heard my nigga y'all smoking roach spray
Man we on a first class
Flight to Barcelona, man 50 Cent, Lloyd
Banks, Tony Yayo,
the grave
Niggas ain't know how it felt
Doing this shit on my own
I promise I never ask niggas for help
Praying to God hoping he watch my steps
When I step
gone song like glee
hit da bank I ain’t worried bout a fee
smoke my opps
I aint worried bout a thing
one man band
I aint worried bout a team
own my shit
never just ignore the signs and walk into some mess
So I'm asking is there just one leader or is there many men
Because my 50 cent is scripture gives us
done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(I'ma p.i.m.p) I'ma pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz I'm the shit bitch
Now things change at first they
of
Sounds like this
Or you know
That sort of thing
I started
Sort of tapping
It annoyed the crap
Out of
My fourth-grade teacher
Ms. Frechette
She was
50 Cent, I ain't ya Enimem
I ain't ya Jigga Man, I'm a chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
She looks suprirsed in the palm of my hands
You know
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
a future where I'm 50 living in my own apartment
My wife left me years ago and I'm about to get evicted
All my kids ignore the texts I send because they're
Something special, unforgettable,
50 Cent (cent), Justin (tin), Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)
She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
You can have her I done hit the bitch
Many men switched like 50 Cent
Go to court y'all turn to witnesses
If you ain't about it you should quit it
am onto the next
Keep doing right, can't do a left
Reason my ryme reflects on no Good
In the spot with a hell of a mood
Dance shaking and Drilling
You
like fifty cent
I'm on Mob time
That's grind time, you gone pay the rent
Yea
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I should not fear no
on, yeah I broke down my own things
Hands on, yeah I counted up my own chains
Fifties over here, twenties over there
You know the rest, nigga, fives
my heart to a women Then I lost it and fell.
I Been flipping these bags, Holdin bands to myself
I been doing fine by self, on my own two feet
These
Cherry Pepsi
The way you sing that 50 Cent song is so sexy
I wonder how your kids are doing?
I know that mine remember you
I bet they would have loved
goo)
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size and they width
Sike wait until November 5th
My fake friends are animals, Judging by they size
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