Lyrics:
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
for a cup? Three-fifty
What I payed for a pint? A cheap Civic
You got two ears for a reason, bitch, listen
Somehow I got lean on my BB Simon
How
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
take it all
It’s, 50/50 so make your call
Life is ours we can make the rules
When I fell from the top you’d break my fall
So Im grateful, that it
to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes
you blame us?
(Uh huh)
Lifestyle of the rich & famous
Going so hard, I know these haters can't take it
Baby just shake it!!!
Throw it back, I know you
ah hit you
How the fuck you goin’ act when that fat shit hit you
Big 223’s or we 556 you
Walk down with a drac or the slide by get you
Imma let
that you and Will is f*cking" (NOOOO)
Her face went blank and then she said nothing
cri like
"What the f*ck type of lil question, I should be hitting
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
Niggas owe me I'm aggravated when you making a payment
I need every cent don't stay wit mama paying full rent
Saying shit like it got spent can get yo
stars made by cinnamon
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm hated, yes, by many men
She look me dead up in my eyes, baby, do you love
Him, or me (or me)
Not one
eventually ceases to
Be controlled by a fear of what
Life can bring - James Baldwin
For well over a year 50 Cent
Had been working on what
Was meant to be hist
cashman
When the rain pour
Have ya rain coat
Close to being rich 50 cent from being broke
All black gnights I be talking like the pope
All black lil nigga
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
Here comes that guy in his stripped down Model A
And he says, ?Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my
I want ya b*tch I got her digits
F*ck her one time but I ain't tryna kick it
The 40 gon slice You up like a lemon
If You want static get hit with
no IQ. F*ck who you dial n*gga they can die too, these streets about survival. There's two types of n*ggas in life, 50 cents and Ja rules. Which one
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
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