Lyrics:
your next life i'm Notoriousssss!
It's 50, nigga, I'm back mashed, what's up?
Man, this shit getting ready to
Change, man, telling you, mane
man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a juks, bitch
Motherfucker teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
come get me
Got plays they come by the fifty
Young nigga, he play with them Simi's
Young nigga, he scraped with the Glitzy
Young nigga, he'll flood your
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
mother fucking Tupac's nigga
DMX ain't the new Tupac, Ja Rule ain't the new Tupac
And I'll be damned if 50 Cent is the new Tupac
Ain't no new Tupac's
these niggas and I'm going on the run
Tan niggas burn niggas like the sun
And I do this shit for fun what you want
And that's
Gangsta
Want me to turn up
éses that'll kill you at your job
I got some looters by the Weiner Schnitzel
Hanging out with the pistols, making sure shit official
Big Whos and Day
changed
Ian change just got tired a people playin on my name
I still smile in all my pictures you think frowning make you gangsta
You talk shit bout me
We been tryna hit a head
Can't find him, go get his mans (get his man)
I'm Doe Boy in that mini-van
50 Cent, many men (oh, really?)
I pull up
But I'm feeling moody today
Who in the way? He making the news by today
He say he a ootah what's stopping him
That shit that he throw up we drop it
All of that gangsta shit I’m talking bout
For one of these niggas put one in my head
And chalk me out
Mama is you fucking crazy
The fuck you think I am
when you comin out the bottom yuh
Got shit to lose I could be sleepin' on the bottom bunk
I need that fifty fifty split half to me half to my killas
Do
this bitch
Got them drum luggers with them hollow tips
Hottest hit of the year yeah this is it
50 Cent back on that gangsta shit
On my way out
Fuck a co-sign bitch I'm co-signed by the trenches
Real ties in this shit
Bitch don't even touch that blick if you ain't drummin'
I kill for you, you
Bitch this shit up out the mud
All my niggas get some money baby we the plugs All my niggas be some gangstas baby slash thugs I’m good by my lonely
Hahahaha
Ayyo, 50
What I tell you?
We ain't even have to say shit
They did it, ha-ha
Monkey see, monkey do
Don't ever make the first move,
nigga, what?)
What you still talking shit for?
Don't you know I got ki's by the three
When I chirp, shawty chirp back
Louie knapsack where I'm
Zaytoven
Yeah
What that is, bro
Okay
Call my bitch to ask her, can I fuck her home girl?
Fuck her like a gangsta she like when I pull her hair
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
tell 'em we back
Matter fact
Let 'em know we never left
Oh, we back in that one bag, huh? (Gangsta Grizzillz)
My friend group compared to yours is
Took off his land, now he coppin' a plea
Fifty racks makin' your family grieve (what the fuck?!)
This a gangsta party, ho, get the fuck out (ayy-ayy,
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should
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,
Litanol - Jag Får Pengar ("50 Cent - I Get Money" Cover)
[intro]
chajniz!
[reff 2x]
-ja, jag får det //
ja, jag får det //
jaaa, jaaa //
jag
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