Lyrics:
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
loving, is the size of my shoe
And that's the new size that'll hold you, let your shit come through
See one deep I'm whooping clicks, gangs
With my 50
loving, is the size of my shoe
And that's the new size that'll hold you, let your shit come through
See one deep I'm whooping clicks, gangs
With my 50
Yea
Bou
Aye
Ain't no way I can lose bitch
I went from hopping the gate at the station to hoppin out new shit
Don't need your two cents
I took a risk
Ay-ay-ay ay nigga-nigga-nigga
I go to war with anybody nigga
You know fuck nigga
923 beat by wall shit shit, gangsta shit, gang shit
If you ain't
who drive Millineums
It's all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of Euk for the mutts
Five carats on my hands with the cuts
In
family good some days, yeah
Remember havin' 50 cent to my name for lunch
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We was sittin' on the couch watchin' He
talking shit fo'?
Gotta run and hit fo'?
Got you a yelling and I thought you put out a gun hit for
But you's a scary dude
Believed by very few
Just
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
bitches who did
Let them bitches be who they is
They...they wanna be fifty
Let them niggas be fifty over there
With them fifty bitches and shit
You
Oh shit
That's my uncle on the news, man
A black or Latino guy got shot by the police again
And Fox News act like if he ain't wear a hoodie then
through the 'jects, pump to your chin while you naked
I'm respected by the OGs, the gangstas, and parolees
That smoke the K2, they don't blow trees
But
my life
In the CPT
I said my life , my life , my life
Hoo-Bangin gangstas
Check it out
[ VERSE 3 ]
In the 6-6-6 5-0 Trey or Deuce
Real G's draggin it
Fulfillin' dreams, goin' to the top nigga
Don't playa hate 'cause we'll still hit'cha block nigga
Baby Gangsta ain't nothin' nice
A young nigga trigga happy
told me she think I'm the shit
Told Lil Shawty sheen never lien cause I'm…
Ima get rich or die trying and ion know 50 cent
I can get rich as fuck I still
bitches around the way they know what's up
They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up
It ain't shit to flip a double up, and I love when I'm comin
here's a hint
Not a cent pocket full of lint
On my dick, talkin' shit
You're lucky Hex ain't get sent
neighborhood bumping 50 cent
So you say you a gangsta
That was all the shit that filled my tank up
Now I'm thinking bout rolling in Escalades,
All that shit was
then
Waist real thin
He bring a buck ten and his truck tint, probably five percent
Bitch, this look extinct
Fifty-cent, I be like "what up, gangsta?", he
que dans le corp de 50cent
Whisky sec pour tout mes associés qu'on tous le cerveau caboché
Sont cap de venir t'arroser, tu finis les jambes atrophiées
on the landline
I could sell it by the pan
Or the gram in this
Scramble in the lamb like I
Got the shit pan-fried
So nasty and so classy
Have you lookin' like Ryan
bird on me
Nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money
Man that shit comin' in digit's
I got 50 cents on me
is der shit Außerirdische nennen mich Betachrom
Zeit is Geld, wie schnell kannst du Idiot auf 50 Meter flown?
Tote Materie in bunten Klamotten
Ich rap
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