Lyrics:
on but I ain't brought it all with me
Bail thunderstorm, pounds dropping by the 50s (Dropping mad 50s)
First foreign I ever had was a 650 (Skrt skrt)
ignore!
V25 Group
(and individual lines by each)
1/2 group 1 & 2
Agreed…
1/2 Group 3 & 4
Here here
All Group
I say we finally ignore
1/2 Group 1 & 2
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
berma shon dey talk
Fifty fifty middleman kraa gye block
We dey search moves y3 hwehw3 more plugs
Up and awake working twenty four seven
For me nuamon I
you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn
the 44, he rollin' wit 50 Cent
Untold the 50 gallons rock it like 50 Cent
Yea, bussin' at the sky, fuck it I'm high
So big one hit you, your cousin'll die
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka
dribble balls breaking 50
I used to pray to be like them until the age of 15
But I'm the god in my life so I started writing 16s
81 points that I'm making
music actually stands the test of time
I don't give a fuck about a Grammy
I should've had three
"Dear God", "JOKER", "Book of Revelations"
But these
It's 3AM, I'm back for more, yeah
Just two of us
Show me what I'm waiting for
One by one, one by one
I saw, I with it
I took time, yeah, I
Uh-ha
Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't
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
and 50 cents i am so famous I'm doing
A collab with 50 cent
50th century is his name so with that I went
Oh shit he's upper class I
Bet he pays his rent
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
When I first seen you I couldn't pass on ya - went to Miami I dropped a bag on ya
You workin so hard and playin yo part - pull up and let me put some
When I first seen you I couldn't pass on ya - went to Miami I dropped a bag on ya
You workin' so hard and playin' yo part - pull up and let me put
stars made by cinnamon
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm hated, yes, by many men
She look me dead up in my eyes, baby, do you love
Him, or me (or me)
Not one
the hood, she did not have a reaction (skrrt)
With a six-year-old, she kept the doors unlocked
And drove by the 5-0 like, "Fuck those cops!"
Goddamn, it
Have you ever wondered
If momma had enough to pay the rent
So you sitting there crying
Cuz you ain't got 50 cent
Feeling like a window shopper
Cuz
I gotta get across
One don't two make me three go off
I swear to God you never heard me spit it this way I'm warnin' ya
I'm finna snap like
cotton does
Ecspeacially in my city where the boys steady rockin in
You would thought 5-0 would cut it all short
But they play the biggest part in the art
years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one
When they find my body tell them leave it where I kept it
In a drawer with all my regrets and the parts I left neglected
Promise with a handgun, I
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka,
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