Lyrics:
give her more than 50 cent
Asked her body count she said many many many men
Different flavors, different colors like some M&M's
Nigga fuck yo battle rap,
wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men think I'm spinning on em' like a ceiling fan
Paranoid, how the fuck you know I'm not gon' air it boy
committin homicides and drive-bys
livin with ?????
but still slanging that fuckin pie
and got more bitches than you
so what the fuck you
with me
Bitch, it's big Cup
I put on for my city
Got twenty four bowls in the trap if you need it, come get me
Got plays they come by the fifty
Young
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
the trenches
lapping n***as by dimensions
gotta kill his ass to miss him and it's really that specific
guess I'm really actin different
n***as sleep on you
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
you might start to spit
You nice Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted
On the dance floor, makeover's free followed by gauze
Duncan Hines monument
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
(60)
Let off 10 now I'm riding with 50
(Brddddd)
Spot my Vick 9 times like 50 cent
(Bow bow bow)
Just me and my pistol don't ride with many men
My young
Take pride eyes closing to capture My drift
Now your eye open cause you Captured my sense
Trying to make a dollar out of Fifthteen cent
Thousand
can I do for you
Made eight fifty quickly it was only day two
So I went and paid my dues
Gassed up the whip
Told myself I cannot lose
Had to use
get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word
Niggas would have been pop
Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you
of them will quit it
Potential is intelligent
And it's me you wanna rob
Hey, half cent hookers trynna act like snobs
Get a job
You want a damn hood? No,
I’ll stand behind this shattered glass
I feel like 50cent
I never worry
Cuz I know somethings are imminent
I guess I gave em what they needed
They ain’t
surrounded by guns
Semi's fullies and switchies
I go make thousands for fun
Call Foe'nem and f*ck up the city
She love when i sit in her guts
She treatin' my
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you
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