Lyrics:
your life
This shit can get risky, risky
I'm in this bitch with Lil Marlo
I'm sippin' syrup by the bottle, yeah yeah
Bitches love me, they gon' follow
Jiggy Szn
On my Grizzy Szn
This my F***in' Come Up
Tryna Get Rich
Pull up like I'm 50 Cent
In that Uhhhh
H2 Hummer
Ooo
Doing numbers
Ooo
Get
head
I feel like 50 cent I'm wanted dead by many men
The gun cocked and one shot just missed my head
The next shot I then hopped that one hit the bed
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
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
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
all black
All chrome, black-owned
Black tints, matte black
Walked by, my window down, let 'em see who in it
Crack a big smile (ding)
Go figure, me
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
of followers the same
Fifthteen cent
Thinking colossal shit negative
Fifthteen cent
But get rich or die trying
Thats word to fifty cent
See my girl said it's
of the steepest hill
I gotta dodge these suvs
No cent for insurance no cent for he that raised me pays the bills
I write these rhymes getting chills
Just spend
Damn, I'm bout to sin again
Feeling like LeBron James
Damn, I'm bout to win again
Feel like 50 cent
Because I'm hated by so Many Men
We used to be cool
Made a dollar bill
Straight from 50 cents
Son of immigrants
Turned to richerness
I gotta have it
It's something like your twitter mentions
Yea that boy
going against 50 Cent
That's a no no y'all know better than that
Flowers blooming, morning dew
And the cats just ain't the same
It's a pleasure when you
50 Cent:
I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
Aye
Aye
Bow bow
What it do Nate
You ready? (Yeah)
Alright hold up hold up hold up think we got one there
(Aye) Twenties and fifties and hundreds
We
boy in his stripped-down Model A
He says, "Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check, my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my tires, won't you
Diamond chain
Rocks so sharp they cut a wrist
I like a bitch who give me head and ain’t afraid to cut a bitch
Bitch I need the Guap
By the Guap I mean
Uh-ha
Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't
train to blow
Just LA said
It was me and bro we was at the store
Me and bro got 50 cent cakes
By the way that I'm bussing they think I'm the lakes
Left
some
And all this pain got me numb
My son gonna follow down my path
Im just laying down crumbs
And I don't trust a lot of people
So I stick to my guns
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
on changing on me, I just keep it one hundred and I tell em keep the change, keep the change. People keep on changing on me, it's to the point where I don't
[Chorus]
Sayin' "follow my lead, follow, follow my lead."
Cig in my mouth, prescription bottle by me.
And even when I think you might be making
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