Lyrics:
I can bake it with a piece of paper
Yeah, lookin' back, daddy left bad
It was cool though, music was my step-dad
I was raised by Stevie Wonder
Lionel
That's one to live or either that's one to die to
I try to just throw it at you, determine your own adventure
Andre, got to her station, here's my
ain't a damn thing funny
They ain't hatin' on the music, they hatin' on the money
[E-40]
My house so silly, my money so silly
I make more in a week
the same old shhhh
And while ya high you don't truly know why
You spent your cash so that you can buy
Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah)
A fifty cent
the same old shhhh
And while ya high you don't truly know why
You spent your cash so that you can buy
Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah)
A fifty cent
a sign every horoscope to wore my robes
Strappin' up the corner cold, critical
Unquestioned, my opponents know
I shoot like Capone, watch me own
a sign every horoscope to wore my robes
Strappin' up the corner cold, critical
Unquestioned, my opponents know
I shoot like Capone, watch me own
o nigga
Tryna grind like a bitch aint tryna be a broke nigga
Bars gone hit like 5-0 nigga
But things gone change like 5-0 nigga
Doing drive bys
Polo G
Corporate thuging feel like 50 Cent no apology
For the ever blaze
Make my fire for the ever blaze
Make my fire for the ever blaze
Keep igniting
a child, but I ain't up to it
I just shop through it, cook and chop to it
Move Heavy D, I shewop to it
We got our own thing, drop the top to it
This is
You shouldn't have did that brother
I'm here for the payback
They spread rumors about the king
They said that I was a front
All my rhymes are
Hustle hard sweat bricks, shoot you stick at a Vick
Get her to buy a nick for six, ready to serve Tammy
Fifty dollars worth of wammy, ready to lose ya
lost my face
And I made a lot of enemies in my own younger days
You don't know by means what I put in just to ace yeah
Call the 5-0 man I don't know what
what you really do?" (What?)
I be at home playin' fetch by a swimmin' pool (bing)
I'm a real big dog, bitch, you a Scrappy-Doo
Doin' all that wifey
keep it top notch
Evidently, we push V's from Bentleys to Drops
Got big things, baby
I'm still greedy to my enemies
I hope you keep on envying me
amber rose
Choke on my dick like some cinnamon
Many man want me dead call me 50 cent
Fuck nigga I smoke on adrenaline
And I'm always gon keep it
lunch by lakes
MJand meet a hundred different bitches when I drop new tapes
I had to sacrifice, get things right
In this rap life, I paid my dues
just got to roll with
I got power like I'm 50 Cent yeah bitch I own it
Tell them get in line for this position if they want it
Position now if they want
not anymore
My life written down on a scroll
I done a few things until now they untold
Ain't shit you could gimme
Cash make these hoes do the shimmy
I
so much on my brain
And im already tryin to contain so much
Alot of these people just dont give a fuck
Ima keep going cause yall by myside
And i dont
hurt than anything
I'm at this point in life where I don't stress the petty thing
When all these racks on my finger, they look like wedding ring
Didn't even know what it was called, but it looked clean
Used to wear the suede Wallabys 'til my foot leaned
Fifty inch telly courtesy of my booth fiend
Now, listen...
My paycheck after taxes barely pays the rent
I do the town on Friday, by Tuesday, it's all spent.
Two bucks an hour, this job ain't
toes on my
Own, if I ever fall, get up every time
Niggas be plottin', already know
Gang up on me, ya whole gang dyin'
I'ma let the whole thing go
I'ma
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