Lyrics:
and
I'm wondering why
She loves my body and
I love her scent
The day you left
I wonder where you went
You know I'm the man
Like 50 cent
Our love fresh
Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto.
Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting
50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
This the life that we live
We gotta grow up in pain
That's why we smoke a little medical
Get a bit off schedule
Then ten years fly by
Then it smack you
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, rock, blows,
only grows at a phenomenal rate
Out of 50 I done ran through 39 of these states
The love that I receive I'm earnin it
From the SMACK DVD shit to the 50
From the way I walk already know That the dick good
Yes I wear a lot of hats gotta know My pick good
I'm Ron e polo I can just be me
The life I live go
a rem-i-nant
Rode up in all black in the deluxe stayed vigilant
Five in the back, two in the front, bumping 50 cent
Crow flew by, what a shifty hint
Three hop
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
bout bags, and show us the plan, and times it by two.
All you need is a mask, make plenty of grand, what you tryin' to do
Hustle, hustle, grind, grind,
like a pet
So I treat ha like my pet
Diamonds rollin' like baguettes
Had ha stressin' me for sex
Referee said dats a tech
Wearin' ski mask and techs
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
body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
loading up the nine cause there just my be a homicide
MJG know the plan so the shit is on
by the time 5-0 come we'll be through and gone
got
the mask off they face now I see that they imposters
Want me down bad but I'm too damn persistant
When we go all this way its gon' be worth the distance
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
like SOB by the way we split
Went our separate ways but I still pray niggas still get rich
(no cap I still love them niggas)
Twenties fifties hunnits
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
hooked one time
So I gotta OD
All I ever wanted son was a brick, a mask and a hunnid guns
Put a grip in a mesh if you want it son
For them chips I be
KWIRK
Captain?s log; Stardate: 3.142857--Aw, forget about it! This is Captain Kwirk on the Starship Intercourse. Thrusting its way through space,
cent got many men
Wanna spend my life witchu
But don't go fucking my plans
Saying I love you makes it way too real
I wish you could understand
This
the head 'cause any minute it could pop
Sleep wit' my heat by my bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pop
No, I ain't trustin' nobody, good for that guap,
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
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Words sometimes
Intro: (50 Cent)
(Two street kids now men, its sad it had to end this way, But before i go into that...lets start from the begining....)
Intro: (50
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