Lyrics:
of number fifty three
Well fuck that
I'll be doing just fine on my own
Baby can't you see I'm better off all alone
Well fuck that
I'll be doing just fine
Green Lantern (Green Lantern)
The infiltration
We coming, yeah
I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit (uh-huh)
D-Twizzy in this bitch (haha), with Obie Trice
own the whole floor
Believing this my time so im steping like i own the whole floor
First step and im out to do the right thing
First step and im out
the booth
Doing shows getting lit
Doing party every time and I get Ho's?
Big boy baggy
Say she love when I go hard
She be grinding 50-50
Made her wet with my
Imma part ways, cut it off anyways got my own thing too
All them boys ready for the war, got that drum n' bass thumpin' out the stu'
It was going
and at least half your homies
We at the top
Don't crack
I've been doing my own thing (I've been doin' it baby)
And they said don't never change (that's
things y'all niggas y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blaow
My pinky ring talk it say, "50, I'm sick"
That's why these niggas is
things y'all n- y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blaow
My pinky ring talk it say, "50, I'm sick"
That's why these n- is on my
I Stay In My Own Lane I don't need nobody cause I be doing my own thing switching lanes by my lonely
I Stay In My Own Lane I don't need nobody cause
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Na, na, na, na, na, na
(Tre X in this bitch, yeah)
I ain't doing bad on my own, yeah
Imma get this cash by my lone-ly
Yeah,
on the Chasers, definitely get busy
We get money, stay a hundred
We don't never keep it 50
And we don't cosign no rats over here, my G
On scopes on them straps over
outta line
Even when I'm tryna slide she be by my side
Doing good doing fifty in the twenty five
We ain't even in the city unless you pay the price
It's
Something special
Unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent)
Justin (-tin)
Timbaland (-land)
Goddamn (damn)
She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
Something special
Unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent)
Justin (-tin)
Timbaland (-land)
Goddamn (damn)
She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
knows
Nobody knows
Things that I done that
Nobody knows
Ooooh
This that fifty in a washer
Fifty in a chair
On the road to the riches
Made my plate
know you're thoroughly
Respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, no driver
You got your own 2001 to ride in
And keep your ass tight up in Versace
right by the Citgo
Man I gotta make it, my heart just can’t take it
My whip be my mind and my mind just be racin’
Was down by a dozen and I couldn’t shake
to me, you will feel the same desire
But I been alone, living with my clone quinones
Just doing me in my own world, of what is unknown
Nobody knows me
oath
Fifty-fifty, I split the pardon, they still come ask for more
Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own
Stood on my ten
But the best thing about it how My homie gamble
Had a bunch of run ins he was Learning legal
When it came to getting ends He go as low youd go
Always
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
into my own hands
Did the best in my first year
Became clear I had a lot to learn
Ground to cover this frontier
Bailed on
Running away from a bail bond
but me choke
So where them blunts at, trust me I'm a need one
Filling that bitch non-stop till I'm a leave crumb
Then I walk out, do my own thing
I'm so
Aye my section in the club, Remy, Rose
When you're all ready say go, okay
Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop!
Everybody pop a bottle,
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