Search results for 'diddy wants to be like 50 cent by 50 cent' Page #72

probably wouldn't be far away
Tell me why you need this tell me why you need that
Why the hell do you want to lean back
I don't know how to give you what you

That's there any competition
Watch and listen
Growing up I barely had a pot to piss in 
Now my pot exotic, like a rocket I be lifted 
What a difference
Has

me up, but that was a front
They had me strung like a marionette
B-b-b-but Michelle, I just want a pay raise
I'd give it to myself but that's above my

Like it's a record from Hollywood, or like it been made with big billies
Big money with key figures, it's go dummy with these sinners
We want something

Like it's a record from Hollywood, or like it been made with big billies
Big money with key figures, it's go dummy with these sinners
We want something

Nothing but young guerillas
Kicking it sipping juice and gin
Trying to find a better way
To make dollas and cents
Packing my gat with a 50 pack
And when

shots like I'm 50 cent
Think I'm seeing green but its really mint
Think I seen a sheen, nah its brilliance
Too gifted
All of my verses are laced, all out

many losses
Smoke like I smoke nigga
Whatever
Woah, pressure
This feel like that 50 Cent 99 how to rob shit
Mama on me telling me nigga go get a job shit

When I come back
Like I never left
I’m loyal no right or left
To be right I’m obsessed
Do my best east to west
Whoever laughs the last
Laughs

a lil spin I'll be back in an hour

Im gonna ball no piston
The lam what i whipping
Can't stand all these snitches
POW if you keep bitching
I feel like 50

chain Nîgga gotta Be silly
King of the city I feel like Im Diddy
She get Chanel or Celine if she Pretty
Chanel Celine she want she get it
It's my money

20 Dollars to My Name

Snoop Dogg

The Game Is to Be Sold Not to Be Told

1998

proceed
Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed

I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?
With this automatic

Since9ine6ix Verse 1:

Honest man
Got a job
Listening to how to rob
Pitching in my fifty cent and shipping it like Amistad
Working like a slave
Shit

to my city
Handlebar, I grab the fifty
Basically monkey like Diddy

I am just playing my role call me Jack
But my last name is not Mr. Black
Traveling,

Deportees (Things Change)

Buju Banton

Voice of Jamaica

1993

would a tumble ova like an avalanche
Mama dung inna di hole, an' 'I'm don't buy her a lamp
Not a line, not a letter, nor a fifty cent stamp
Him father

Deportees (Things Change) [Tan So Back Haul Up Mix]

Buju Banton

The Voice of Jamaica [Expanded]

1993

would a tumble ova like an avalanche
Mama dung inna di hole, an' 'I'm don't buy her a lamp
Not a line, not a letter, nor a fifty cent stamp
Him father

on
Goin breezy on these bitches
Thats word to my nigga nas
I be by the bar fresh to death no coffin
Back outside and a nigga feeling awesome
Fly aviator but

to the candy shop I got 50cents
Stick up
Wonder what they think Of
See the bigger picture
Copy like a printer
Yeah I bet you know for the record though
They gone

I need twenties and fifties and hundreds
Ain't no telling what I would do for a dollar
Everything feel like a come up
When you spend enough of your

Astros fits
Get rich or die trying I'm feeling like 50 Cent
I got goals
I want 240 this year I got Oz
Imma sell everything I got hoes
I told that Bitch

Uh
A message to pursuance, who hate me 'cause I'm affluent
Well what the fuck you doing? You try me you will be ruined
Animosity brewing from

I feel like 50 Cent, I shit on many men
She said she feeing blue so I mixed up that remedy
I took her home, she took the top off like a Kennedy
They

this new feelin' of being alone 
Stackin' my mula
Ridin' solo
Got it on lock like the code on my phone 

4 digits that are none of yo business
I ain't 50

the clip
My niggas riding
He right there beside me been here since a jit
We been with the shits
I just want me some Ms
Get rich or die trying like i'm 50