Lyrics:
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya,
done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(I'ma p.i.m.p) I'ma pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz I'm the shit bitch
Now things change at first they
hey I ain't gained that much maturity
But I'm sure to be the next white rapper to go on a murder spree
You ain't heard of me man give it like a year
don't give a fuck if you got talent,
Only got love for your bank balance like, "Give me the wrong!"
(That's where I'm from)
Don't ever get it twisted.
cent to my name like 50
Been keeping busy tryna stack a billi
Niggas talk a lot they ain't fucking with me
New York City, my city litty
If I can make it
a brick, I meant to say book
Promise I will not slip again
Continental, no Michelin, well it's only there when I'm in the Benz
I'm bein' hated by many
y'all niggas if it wasn't a
Skirt it was gonna be a dress
Don't give a fuck who you are
I makes the whole city hot
Lick fifty shots at idi-ots
Show him I
Like you should've did this
Or you should've did that
Here take your 2 cents
You can have that back
You can keep it
I don't need it
You can keep it
I
me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
[50 cent]
Go ahead go against me I'll hurt your feelings
Washington to Franklin whether grinding or ganking
Getting money gives a sensation that leaves me captivated
Fascinated by the thought of ballin makes me grind
10, My Nigga
[50 Cent]
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With
need to tell her-
Guess what, guess what i got the and I want
Say it, say it again
Give it, give me my 75 cents and I'll show
You how I go brrow, he haw,
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
give it and I gave it I understood the assignment hoe
Having motion too
Crown me like a dentist do
Pearly whites be popping out when I smile like its
And Obie's comin', D-Twizzy's comin'
You're sick to your stomach (ugh)
Fifty percent of it's 50 Cent
The other 50 percent of it's whose color of skin it is
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
open-air, Tokyo to Delaware
Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked
You know I want way more than I already got
Give me a song with Eminem and 50
believe fifty shots gone set it off
Me, Wayne, Juve, and Turk coming show you through
Four niggas with fifty shots that's two hundred at you
They burn
and my mood changed
Hov made me want to throw the diamond up
Nas made me want a QB chain
Styles, Kiss, and Sheek had me in the street
50 Cent on repeat
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
Once upon a time in 2005
The record industry was just barely alive
Burning and ripping and sharing CDs
We bootlegged the music world down to its
or Lacey
It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby
You put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy
Put a hole through your front and your back, maybe
But
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
the shines I want it
Give me I want it
Look
I have nada it's hard to find a cent
Even more hard to get fifty cent
But I'm a nigga who get rich or die trying
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