Lyrics:
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
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I
to be questioned
Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression
[Verse 4: T.I.]
You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
So I keep
jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que son los numero uno jajaja
Seguimos
industry niggas fifty-fifty, they hit or miss (damn)
Niggas mad at Butch for shit that they didn't get
For ten years, I been paying for lawyers and sendin'
(intro)
Yo
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
in all your plans though
My shit is flowin' like there's no tension on the can though
Pressure from gangstas, I know the G-Force I can handle
It's all
the store and we both get 50 cent cakes
You heard what I said in that new shit I say
If you can't break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was
a beatbox
Put a 100 on his books because he sliding till his feet hot
Wanna be a gangsta but we all know that he not
In the D for 1 more summer this that shit
Money fold
That gangsta shit you did
Dont even count
Cause you told
How tf You gotta attitude wit me
cnd you OWE
I
Drop pape n*****
cnd get em touched
or Die Tryin'"
It's G-Unit 'til I'm gone, Lord knows I ain't lyin niggaz
[Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X]
First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
on a keg (Drank)
I'm sipping with the homies, chillin
While I'm cleaning out the
Tre-fifty-sev (Strap)
You pulling hoe shit
While I bully motherfuckas
Like
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
is what he speak
I was here before the pop but still hit walk before I meek
Jiggin fiftys, itty bitty, 2 thousands and hitty titties
Some shit don't
of
Hand held don't hold prints plus I burnt the tip of my fingers
I'm a Bronx gangsta nigga, double r's hoodrat
The nigga they come get quick bitch,
came fifty bows over
That's an extra bale
Copped a brick out of Saks Fifth
We just left Chanel
Now everybody gangsta, heard they pushing P
Nigga got his
thing I cop to blow
Gangsta-playa paper-chasin break a bitch like young
No tongue get em sprung from the game I run
One in a million with this pimpin
fifty cent, in a bad predicament
The gon' bust your head by them dead green presidents
Wipin' down the evidence, shooters at my residence
All this
to share
Rather eat by myself
So they looking at me all salty
I learned to cut hair
So I could buy soups
And fill up my belly
And fill up my belly
My
like wrigleys
Spearmint the kisses
Puffy Combs did it
His confession how he paid da misses
50 cent wit it All this power
Ghost n tommy in me
Hustler by
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