Lyrics:
you want to say
Tell the truth
And shame the motherfucking devil
Bam!
The target of poverty by the white devil
Because I wasn't testing at my reading
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
I'm studying your curves like I'm in a finals
You sent me a text come on over I know
I'm speeding to your spot and I'm ducking 5-0
And when I pull up
the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly
Respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You got your own '96 somethin' to ride
And keep
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
If these niggas be outside trust they gettin' hit
Keep it 100 with u pop your ass for 50 cent
I'm tryna shake up on da game remember 50 cent
All
is trapped in stench
You either high school drop-outs, one to three cop-outs
Fifteen years old, shorty ass and top out
Ninety-nine cent beer
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
getting big in my gut, that's that brew fat
Fifty-four and 0, I don't miss, that's a Drew stat
I got it on a string, cross you up like Uncle Drew
Steal
gonna find them back in Amsterdam
You might as well just set a plan
So before the show went and I'm standing there
Waiting for 50 Cent to come out I had
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
a green piece of paper, you a hater
Trained us to kill our own selves, niggas better wake up
Knew it was never love when I seen the Roc break up
Damn,
and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be
Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be false
Sittin’ up drunk shuffling thoughts
Got paper but I’m lost
Losing focus what a n#%$a still hustin’ for?
My seed is straight the family’s settled
Idle
now
Buy the world and you wanna go to space now
Slow it down girl you know it ain't a race now
For them good things we gone have to wait now
Build it up
Everything I'm talkin bout real as shit
Aw yeah I'm back in this bitch
And you don't gotta like it but get off my dick
Ohh, hands up for the 5-0
Oh, ohh,
shit, it was ninety-nine cents (bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else has been
with IRS
I don't fuck with taxes but I'm blessed
Fifty Cent
I'm Fifty-a-milly
Man you talkin to me comin' so silly
Imma go over here and do free wheelies
the plea oh you Gunna too?
This nigga scared to lose his bitch so he stay with her
Corn the shortest one but with the glock he can play center
Picking up
met da plug when I flew out to Cali
Got me some squares just to build up the blocc
She like how I'm dressing think I'm from the Valley
When I finesse I
life are free
Girl u got game but a nigga kinda hard to play like scratches on a dvd
I met her of in diamonds in dallas like ddp she love the smell of my
ignorant just like 50 Cent with his post
Niggas posting all online
So when you slide you under arrest
That nigga corny he a bitch
That nigga telling on his
mama, your uncle, your cousin?
I’m showing love cuz it’s really just nothing
Was up in the club, bottle of bub’
I’m fifty cent, man I’m all the above
I’m
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