Lyrics:
song by The Fray
Cause I said it did let it live
Give me the credit like reddit
I'm throwing these subs
Like 50 cent, I'm dead or at least "many men
Will
Mac in the back
Best beware
Cause the streets don't play
It's a trap
Put a hole through your brim
Bullets snap through the back
Maniak in his bag
do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)
Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
ain't feel right without hearin' Joe in the beginning
50 switched it back, Instagram was doin' the most
If Tekashi was home, he would've told us who
again
Fuck that
Bounce back
I'm comin' in again
I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
So this is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men
No 50 cent
But I'm
[B Stille]
Yooooo!
I said Yooooo!
For all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it...
This for my country thug street yeagas!
You know
(Let's go)
Swear I'm gon' get rich or die tryin'
I'm goin' out like 50 Cent
(Aight, come on, on my mama)
Yeah, we gon' cap outside his crib
Like we came
(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
twist his body tore a ligament
Hit up nine times over 50 cents
Bet he think again before he try again
Blowin' smoke, we lit up like a cigarette
Treat her
a city in the west coast
On this quest to get rich
Or die trying, tread soft
Word to 50 cent
I don't even need a vest
For the Teflon
When they let
Fifty cent, she trying to cook an ass pact with me, first off change your aspect, brain's
How can you expect me to accept, the disrespect, already
cents, or invest a hundred bands
Cause Imma run these streets, until I run the land
Imma run these streets, until I run the land
Yea, Imma run these
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka,
be the reason why they get it right back,
And so they got
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
back, no tense
You got a bag of grub it cost you about fifty cents
No fear, no fuckin' feats
Malt liquor tastes much better on the streets
Crusting,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
the bread lil niggas need christmas
Banks dont rap wit a back pack
im in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
[50 Cent]
You heard Banks
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
[B.G.]
You know me can't get caught without my chopper
Lil' weak wit 50 I'm itchin' to see I got cha
B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo
to creep
Yeah, let the chopper sing like TLC (grrah)
Yeah, big chains soundin' like bells on me
Just told this ho she ain't worth fifty cent
Bitch,
nigga you not ready for me
(no)
It's G-Unit and we bout to get this fuckin' hoe
[50 cent]
Yea nigga I'm the first one up
I heard you been talking mad
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