Lyrics:
pay her nothing
Won't give her a single dollar
After she cook up the chicken
She gon' come and swallow
Pass her to my brother Quavo
Quavo pass
and 50 Cent trick
Bring 'em in (kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in (kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in, you ain't freakin', we ain't speaking, bitch
Bring 'em in
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
You know me can't get caught without my chopper
Lil' weak wit fifty I'm itching to see I got cha
B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo
what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
me, who he, say he gon' sue me?
Muh'fucker I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you, can't, hold on nigga hold
go
They gon' have to get him quick
They gon' have to catch that boy
And shoot him more than 50 cent
They gon' have to flip his whip
Catch that body
G-Unit, UTP
Hahahaha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP (yeah)
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em, Buck
50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't fuckin' playin'
money Broke niggas can't get fifty cent from me
Play wit in da pussy I play wit Da digital
Plays on da way Gotta pay individual
Paving da way Parking
You know me can't get caught without my chopper
Lil' weak wit fifty I'm itching to see I got cha
B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo
(50 Cent-talking over beat)
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
you wanna take it
Gotta pay a fee
Don't think imma lick
The glock right under me
He said he gon slide
I laugh and go to sleep
He said he gon slide
I
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
lately
Not gon' lie, the future's looking hazy
Stuck in the storm it's so rainy
But they need to pay me or I'm steadily aiming
Hope I'm forgiven, I'm
named 50 Cent I signed
This shit's official now, the deal is finished and it's time
To get down to this business, let's go get these nicks and dimes
me for my Air Max 95's
Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride and if I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm
(Put the 50 cent beer away, we ain't drinkin' that)
We gon' drink that expensive shit tonight, baby
(Yeah, yeah, we ain't grimey tonight)
We gon' be
pie
Love the way you make me feel
Number two, super size
Love the way you make me feel
MIK, 50 Cent, Murda Inc Killa
I heard about your show too
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by
with your bitch
Still fucking her all on the money
I fuck on that bitch when I'm horny
I got some 'youngins on that Porsche
Who gon lay by me
That bitch
dollars
And about fifty two cents
Should've listened to my father
He said that rap don't pay the rent
Dam
Half a million streams
It aint as pretty as it
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
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