Lyrics:
on the feet, your pockets don't got pennies (no 50 cent)
Better get your own hair before you shave Footye North's (he bald)
Old Man Dad in the studio with
(Say something crazy)
(Wait what?)
Dirty dancing by myself riding solo
Fuck your Instagram I do not want no photos
Keep my dubs on the low low
Cold
storage storage
I whoop yo head boy like 50 cent
That's fifty niggas
With fifty clips
That's fifty whips
On Route sixty-six
And when that pistol lift
It's
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
…time to play around, what is this? (humming
Singing) 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
Gather all my thoughts
All the bullshit I experienced is
Coming out right now
50 cent days
I might split your wig and send it to your mama three ways
You gon do what? To who, me?
I hope you just playing
Cuz I might uber a drive
tough
Thats cause nothing come easy
Thick hips nice lips
She don't want the fame
She just want to be rich
She don't want to eat
She just want to take
Taken care of by my Queen and
No matter what the weather ️
All we do is stick together
Can't nobody come between
Can't nobody, can't nobody
And, I
talk
Sticking to the fucking plan
You’ll never know the plan
Go and ask your bitch like 50 cent she knowing I’m the man
Ian gone lie it get hard
Boy this ain’t no prodigy
It’s a prophecy
Nothing was promised to me
No designer yet
Ge rich or die tryin’ 50 Cent
Oh we talking shoes, I got a few
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
The king he sent to look for me
A sergeant he did say:
“Young man, a soldier you must be
For fifty cent a day”
For fifty cent a day did I
Take off
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em
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
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
yet that can stunt like mine
I ain't seen a Maro that can run like mine
1999, and it's our turn to shine
Fifty or better on our wrist and they all
stacking money by the ton
Here we come
Nigga what you mean
For the bread I’ll come through and ice and nigga
You know me
I’m a cake like icing nigga
If I am
With a purple umbrella and a fifty cent hat
Livin', lovin', she's just a woman
Missus cool rides out in her aged Cadillac
Livin', lovin', she's
shirt
Better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Bridge:]
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep
plottin' to wet me
When y'all niggas come y'all
Better come correctly do you understand me?
Do do do do do do do do, gangsta shit
I'm laughin' straight
the middle of the night
For detergent and diapers-- Oh no!
You're 80 cents short.
Come on lend me 80 cents. It's only 80 cents, Come on!
Sorry, Joe.
Joe
Keep it bottled up like this fifth of gin
Deadly with the pen let me fill you in
Make these 50 cents turn to M and M's
Double million, triple million
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