Lyrics:
police brutality and what it was like growing up in the streets of Compton
In a riot following the album's release, hundreds of people bought and destroyed
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
Things picking up fast
Confessions just posted can't wait for my incoming 50-cent check
Lately inspiration been nonstop
I'm a kid in a candy shop
Don't
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
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
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
youngans out on a drill
Got that Balaclava on my face I don’t reveal
Got a fifty round drum on it look like a titty
Out in the street it be risky rest in
where's the evidence?
You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship
You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink
Take fifty cents
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
years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
part of it is me being in the
Studio all of the time and you know
A huge passion of mine is to be able to
Take it to the streets
Getting that sort
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
look good
Those a hundred proof nigga tell you different, he a liar
Drop 1 album, set the world on fire
I will not stop and I wont retire
You niggas
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
(Oh, the wine cooler)
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
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