Lyrics:
replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face
earning a salary
Let me throw in my ten cents, you could barely flip a dime
And burning incense in front of shrines don't get you close to the divine
Expect
rap songs
And I ain't blaming 50 Cent, I can't blame T.I.P or JEEZY
Them brothers just making plenty paper off their life stories
See me, myself, I try
Turn on my microphone you get Me
Hey ee
I drop the shirt and I wear knicker
I smoking Gas like a Cylinder
I grip the 50 like Vivica
Ride deadly
50 Cent or 2Pac
'cause' 2 shots is too many
Too hot to go in me
I've rather sit remmy
In the back of this Bentley
And only fuck with niggaz and you
the wall like every week
Famous city by the sea
The streets was cold I felt the breeze
I rose from out the ruins
Broke the mold and they neglected me
Hitting
Gardena to Gardere, Louisiana (woo)
We was at Louisiana, came up off them snack packs
50 cent for Shastas, itchy blop up in the backpack
Little Caesar
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna
away from Glenwood Plaza hook by the laundromat
Probably on Whitty getting busy where you can find me at
Four in the morning getting blistered I'm
talking cloth talk
Dripped I’m Medusa
We lit like a small torch
I’m still risky
Solid round the same you been shifty
But somehow you wanted 50/50
Forgive
Got em pullin on niggas
And they won't be goin nowhere for a while
They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea
[Chorus:]
Forgive me father for
to sell crack to put clothes your back
Look don't stereo type me because I'm from the ghetto
I ain't buss no guns or drive by's so just settle
Shit what
on liquor
I give a fuck about excuses for a shitty friend
50 Cent wit' a gauge hunted by many men
R.I.P. to my love in remembrance For yo' fake smile ten
a city in the west coast
On this quest to get rich
Or die trying, tread soft
Word to 50 cent
I don't even need a vest
For the Teflon
When they let
you Imma stick to death and beyond
Cooking up in the studio ain't talking about no Filet Mignon
Ain't got no cent but hold the 50/50 shots inside my
crackers be talking like I ain't a menace, I kill and forgive, I don't stress over vengeance
I need me a boat house somewhere out in Venice, I'm eating
hardy, burbs now im movin in
Acres so big ima need me a landscape
50cent cake i turned to a pancake
Smack down, 50 bands, shit raw
Best producer turnt
You feel me?
What you thought this shit was sweet
I ain't come in this bitch to preach
We got Ratchets with extensions cuz I love ghetto women
I been
Livin' dat, yo what's up black?
Well its my third day home and not a cent to my name
No jobs they claim I'm back in the drug game
I need some money in
Lord please forgive me__. Why niggas temp' n me
They out here touttin guns__ when they clips are empty
I'm here to kill these niggas in the game like
on the rise I put the three by my eyes Them demon be up in disguise made in his image and likeness that make me GOD I pray for the mothers that cried I pray for
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
caught 'em window shoppin' just like 50 Cent
He tried to stand on business, he got dropped, now he can't stand on shit
Shh, nah, for real, zip it up
know by now I got no where to sleep, and how my bank account is lookin Got no funds to eat,
Who do I go and vent, who wanna really hear me, my momma
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