Lyrics:
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
Benjamin kid
Don’t push my buttons might not make it out like 50 cent did
Know many men who talk that talk but nigga I ain’t scared
It’s gon be em niggas
Lil' Cool got talent play the violin
Good with his hands, he wanna get hired in
Mini-men, mini-men
Listenin' to 50 Cent
Get Rich or Die Tryin'
I'm filthy rich, not 50 cent, these lil' boy be some mini men
Niggas be like they know where I'm at, but they won't never spin
Last year I was going
ignorant just like 50 Cent with his post
Niggas posting all online
So when you slide you under arrest
That nigga corny he a bitch
That nigga telling on his
turned her round, and then I fucked her gave her 50 cents
Fuck her from the back,all she wanted was some hot chips
Hope you know by now I'm Young reckless
wanna see me take no lives
Play with the funk, open up your trunk see who survives
I'm servin' the murder by the pound, a hundred and fifty rounds
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
Niggaz Talking Bout If It Ain't Bout Money
I Like 5 10 & 20's I Love 50's & 100's
I Don't Do This Shit For Fun & I Don't Play Not For Nothing
Said I Just
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
don't supposed to be here watched my closest ones Disappear like magicians
This shit is tricky gotta pay attention
Count up the cost if you really gettin'
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
try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between
Man This life shit crazy
It’s homicide every other day you just wake up hoping it ain’t yo niggas
Ya know
I bet I hit like pain songs with a soft
Inhaling this za, ik Cullen here with me
Put my all in this shit, goin' hard till I'm finished
Don't wanna be gangsta, just standin' on business
Ayy, my
(Tre is that a band?)
Im finna get out the hood
Just to come back in some new shit
They say Im misunderstood
Give a fuck about ya two cents
I see
know these niggas can't fuck with me (can't fuck with me)
Asshole by nature, one deep, pussy nigga come get me (pussy nigga come on)
Hit yo ass with
straight by the book-G Code
Bad bitch, a flat stomach, fat booty, deep throat
Twenty grand in my pants, fifty in my peacoat
Jeezy fuckin' with me and we
men, get rich or die like I'm 50 Cent
Remember when life was the simplest, back when I didn't have fifty cent
Sober now, I'm takin' Yoga classes
I'm
less than an hour
Before I had 50 cent
I knew I had power
Back when I heated hot water to wash pretend its a shower
Then a beginning penman
Novice sniper
a gangsta
You had us all fool you a pranksta
Here's 50 cents you a wanksta
Too much dirty laundry like hampers
That man can't lead the team
He slow off
Glitter boy
Glitter boy gangsta
Shoot to shine
Shoot to shine
I'm releasing anger
All the glitter ain't gold
Let all the pain go
Sensitive thugs
We all need
dem Smartphone
Push the beat pump it louder wenn’s dich abholt - ah
Schmeiß ein Goldstück in den Automat - 50 cent
Cut killer tape oldschool Wu-Tang
fucking make me sick
All I know when I catch a opp I'ma hit him in his shit
Leave shot nine times, it like 50 cent I don't beef with none of these niggas
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