Lyrics:
Clap for 'em, clap for 'em, clap for 'em
Hey
I seen Mase do it, I seen Ye do it
X came through, caught lighter fluid
Still I came through it, clap
snitchеd on my dog
They put him on house arrest
But it's still F the law
I wanna do what I want
I'm here to fight not to talk
Bathing in red like
anything deeper than you.
Thirty feet.
Forty feet.
Fifty feet.
I can drink my liquor faster than a flicker.
I can do it quicker and get even
anything deeper than you.
Thirty feet.
Forty feet.
Fifty feet.
I can drink my liquor faster than a flicker.
I can do it quicker and get even
Aye
Aye
Bow bow
What it do Nate
You ready? (Yeah)
Alright hold up hold up hold up think we got one there
(Aye) Twenties and fifties and hundreds
We
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
a reminder
That anybody can get it, the flow fire just like my ganja
Born and raised different so I go by some ethics and codes
A king that's on top of his
this
It's so physical
My attraction driven by alcohol
Beware of my reaction
Baby, I'm born to ball
Thugged out on Death Row
You better recognize
in my ride
50 50 yea we splitting everything we gone by
In my city really busy get money time pass by
You so pretty
You are gorgeous as the sky
Do
like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big
the game ain't the same
You might die young
By barely using your brain
Domesticated niggas
Only know one job
They listen to 50 Cent
And think they know how
bust out your pencil
You can do it on your own
Stop thinking that these labels is the
Ones that put you on let's change the topic
Who's your favorite
anything deeper than you.
Thirty feet.
Forty feet.
Fifty feet.
I can drink my liquor faster than a flicker.
I can do it quicker and get even
Yet he’s here to tell the Vision
The one and only on the planet
Stevv, let’s gooo
Stevv Tsui:
Throw it up
100s on 50s on 50s on 100s on 100s on 50
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
was selling grams
It's hard out here, I got 50 Cent why you envy me
You think you gon make it just by tagging shit and sending tweets
I put the O in
weh buss 60 mag
Run inna di Kalashnikov
Goodness gracious, great ball a fire
Gaza strip big mama do di damage like bamma
When it hamma
Onе man alone
Once upon a time in 2005
The record industry was just barely alive
Burning and ripping and sharing CDs
We bootlegged the music world down to its
it)
I'm so fly I go by Mr. Kent (Black Superman)
I'm gone get rich or die trying 50 cent (Hustle)
Small town make big plays (Yup)
Don't come around if
them up in a pot
Its Big and some pac n you mix em up and you got, juggernaughts of this rap shit, like it or not
(50 Cent verse)
I got a gambling
Ok mmm yeah Prince
Uh I ain't really wanna do it but I did it then
I ain't really want her friend but I hit her friend
Ain't spending money I can't
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
love, kind words are $1.25
50 cents will get you a smile and maybe a goodbye
You've got a vending machine love, kind words are $1.25
50 cents will get you
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