Lyrics:
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, rock, blows,
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
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
been praying to sky, hoping for a change, losing myself like it's
Day by day (yeah, day by day)
Day by day (yeah, day by day)
Day by day (yeah, day by
they don't make no more)
I get you clipped in the name of war (let's go)
I get you hit by somebody that you was with on the day before
Yeah, I ain't
day you could
Be attending my eulogy
Got to the studio when everybody left
I saw a note that read
"We went to go work on Detox with Weezy F"
My fault
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
Stop by the block, and I sold me a block (serve)
I poured a drop, I was sittin' in the drop (drank)
Back in the day, blew the bag on a thot
Now we
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is
next, learnin' all the theorems
Used to make music for my classmates
Couple months left, got me thinkin' it's like fast-paced
How come two weeks went by
before
It wasn't like this before
50 Cent, I'm makin hit's now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard
I'm the shit now some bitches changed
'cause they
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
Fifty cents
Take your favorite girlfriend
You know she's of a Mexican descent
Tell it to the family
Ya see it growing day by day
You know you sell
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead
fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
bread for a rainy day
Ride by my lonely, bust my heads with my drac
200 on the dash, nigga, it ain't got no brakes
We went and put diamonds, nigga, on all
to hit my phone again
50 Cent, I got many men
Friday, slide in a minivan
Bright future, I got plenty plans
Beat up the pussy, I got Tyson hands
Broke nigga
played this
50 cent up on my dresser
Go get a loosie
I know you mad so let's get a groupie
Rubbing off you, girl you rubbing off me
I need a drink when I'm
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I hit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
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