Lyrics:
don't care if you're young or old, let the good times roll.
Don't sit there mumbling, talking trash
If you want to have a ball you've got to spend
carry 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
do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)
Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
too
'Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin' bailed by Clue
Holla back young'n (wooo-wooo)
Holla back (wooo-wooo)
Holla back young'n (wooo-wooo)
We lock 8's and drop F's
That's for the the homez
Fam life
RIP YOUNG TUNECHI he in Paradise
Smoking good
Yeah my dog in heaven
But he still hood
This is where the young folks are born
And the old people die
We're just tryin' to get by
Tell 'em meet me at the crossroads
This is the good
real good
When them street, lights, come on nigga
You best, have, your gun on nigga
Cause tonight we ride (Growl) and you die (Growl)
As soon as I
go from here
Where do we go from here
(Take it all you need me)
Nobody gave me nothing
I made fifty of a pack
When I made a hundred
I ran
from her, cause she borin'
Top down in a horse, I give two cents bout a whore
Like I'm dark, I'm feelin' like the voice
Pushin' the P like I'm ridin'
(Cardo got wings!)
I said you already know nigga, you ain't gotta flow
Before rap, Young really got dough
Before rap, Young really seen snow
In
Gucci
And the good die young sip Poochie
Walk around two chops, Lil Ducie
Out of town finna cop Lil Uzi
Know a lot of pussy niggas want shoot me
Wear
You don't have very many options
You can, get with the program, or you die
The Unit
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
You see
School, I never had principles
Bought a rap blown like 5-0's
In front of pigs, stopped, they said
I'm hot headed, make thermometers pop
Not up to par, no
ain't, Beat oppression
With, Music, Til, It hurts
Sight, For the mind, Have a good time!
I represent, Educated
Underpaid working
Class poor
Overruled, By
essence
Cause I'm just g moving units
Not 50 cent but I do it
Whoa!
Oh my
Oh my
Oh my
Tonight
I'm whippin that whip I'm whippin that
I'm whippin that whip
come on nigga
You best, have, your gun on nigga
'Cause tonight we ride and you die
As soon as I walk up, or drive-by
We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
rumble it's a catastrophe
I pull revenge on b**** n****s that blasted me
Plus my alias is Makaveli
A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points
revenge on bitch niggas that blasted me
Plus my alias is Makaveli
A loaded three-fifty-seven with hollow points to a nigga belly
Bust him to see if he bleed
yourself, cheap in Texas if you can drive past
Besides that, nigga current or make five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By
lass ein rauchen aufm dach
Schaue in mein cup (fuck) er is schon wieder leer
Bring mir mal den whitewine und die fanta her
60 cent flüssig gold ich
the subject
They've taught you well collar around your neck
Buried under debt they got yo sorry ass in check
Babylon must die open your eyes
On sait pas trop
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
(60)
Let off 10 now I'm riding with 50
(Brddddd)
Spot my Vick 9 times like 50 cent
(Bow bow bow)
Just me and my pistol don't ride with many men
My young
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