Lyrics:
Cent but respect my mind
Respect my gangsta, respect my shine
Put your click in chick if you step outta line
ain't Kanye but I been through the wire
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Robbing and killing them of teacher trademark
Cool, unscrupulous gangsta I fear not
So they murmur a teacher
Without second thought
"I control the stage
I'm one of the realest niggas in this shit, man
I got the motherfuckin' streets, nigga
I came in the game with everythin' I muh'fuckin' want
day
Bitch you had 3 or 4 though
No Limit Records, supplyin' the world with that dope gangsta ass shit
Y'all know as usual, comin' back with a bomb
but I can't forget
When i was asking for them dollars it was barely 50 cent
Names on the list
But I ain’t owe you shit
Never did favors
It leads
Haaaaaa
(SYN shit n****)
Yeaaaa
(93Meexhie)
The underdog N****
(Fuck yo producer my beat is by Meexhie)
YeeeeaHH
The Money, The Ice, The Shine,
Can't take no hand out not by no niggas
I count G-Unit not 50 Cent
Nigga broke as shit
Could pay your rent
I'm balling hard
Gray Iverson
Braids up in
Yo Doc, what up my nigga? Snoop Dogg, this what it is
This record is so motherfuckin' gangsta, man
And I think it's time for me and you
To just tone
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
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
to him (Uh, huh)
OG gangsta
(Yeah) nine with the beamin' (Woo)
Body in the water shit
I thought that was streamin'
Couple Yonkers niggas
We brought our
I'm holding us up
50 Cent's in Da Club I'm throwing it up
I don't know nothing about your crew boy
When I'm in the club I get real boy so feel boy
I'm
I'm a gangsta my nigga from
My head to my feet
Every since I was a youngin I
Been livin in the street
Keep it movin you don't wanna
Get into it with
alright
But of course I wasn't about to just give up my son
So I did exactly what I thought should be done
I worked my ass off and I saved every cent
I sold
I plan to sell a hundred million records in four days
Gangstas make the world go round
But TRU niggas make gangsta shit go down
We come in your set
and put the town on the map
But haters hate me and niggas try to talk shit
Cause I done made, a dollar out of 15 cents
On the curb, posted up
couldn't get by me, why me
A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery
That shit that used to be my hobby
Never do it sloppy, make the job
on the plane so I drove with the stick
Man I thought you was a gangsta but you told on that
Lick don't keep telling me you love me baby show me that shit uhhh
See through the years, I watched niggas live and die
Its social genocide and I been barely getting by
I had two jobs and ain't got shit out here to show
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
Intro
(Yo you know what the fuck poppin whole lot of
Nine tre gangsta shit
BBA TRIGGA shit man
You know we them 93 tough guys man
Play with me you
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