Lyrics:
get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word
Niggas would have been pop
Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you
man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a juks, bitch
Motherfucker teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
cents
So now we count by tens
Are you ready to begin
It goes 10, 20 30, 40, 50, 60, 70 80, 90, a dollar
It goes 10, 20, 30 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 90, 2
of followers the same
Fifthteen cent
Thinking colossal shit negative
Fifthteen cent
But get rich or die trying
Thats word to fifty cent
See my girl said it's
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about
beat it
I see my doc, I'm said 'yo, doc
How's the health there'
Don't worry bout these pretzel muthas
Acting like your welfare
Word to parasites, tell me
the store and we both get 50 cent cakes
You heard what I said in that new shit I say
If you can't break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was
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
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
Yeah I just need like 50 plans
Spent my last like 50 cents
I window shopped like 50 cent
That bitch she right
Ray Bandz on my face I got
that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
If it don't make dollars it don't make cents
So I put every coin in my rhyme (Drip)
Bitch I'm a ball
I'm a wizard bitch John wall
Jump up and breaking
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
I got a bunch of paper I
boy in his stripped-down Model A
He says, "Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check, my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my tires, won't you
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
Its the way i live my life
Always give 100 take back 50
Give one 100 and i take back 50
Dont have anytime to be so thrifty
Dont need a shrine just
the master plan
She had left her friends and introduced herself as Jass she said
This whole event is so intense, of course it's 50 Cent
She grabbed my hands
history of hip-hop
From way way back
(His martha gupa's?) Hip-Hop Father
Charlie Ahern Wild Style
And 50 Cent's Fifty and More
I used to read this to my
wrist. Y'all been paying for my kicks by my bitch out the designer shit. Spoiled rotten like my daughters, I had to change for my kids. I had to change how
(for real)
Dope fiend beggin' for a dollar from me (what?)
But all I got is fifty cents for a cigarette (here)
Landlord in my apartment knockin'
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
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