Lyrics:
twist his body tore a ligament
Hit up nine times over 50 cents
Bet he think again before he try again
Blowin' smoke, we lit up like a cigarette
Treat her
50 Cent
Meine Stimme variiert wie bei R. Kelly
Produziere und zur linken hab ich strawberry's
Immer in Bewegung, auf der Jagt wie Tom und Jerry
Cause I refuse to live a lie
Ain't no hobby in the booth
I handle business, suit and tie
Need more than 50 cents
We gon get rich or we die tryin
Middle
Tryna get 50 cents to me
Stupid I turn into G Unit
Make em beg for mercy
Fuck juice, get a keg I'm thirsty
Walk in the VMA's while your mans rehearsing
I
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
on guilty beds
Fall asleep
Don't fall asleep
Don't fall asleep
They lied when they said that the good die young
They lied when they said the good die
Married men act totally different
When they by themselves, don't they?
You see them with their wife
"What's up Tony?"
"Hey man, how's everything
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
für mein Baby, das' ein süßer Abgang
Ausdauertraining für sie wohl zu heavy
Jump' in die Dusche und pose vor dem Spiegel in oberkörperfrei wie Young
grimey
Sorta like Muhammad Ali put my faith in fighting
If if I die trying let me leave my kids 50 cent
You a pussy why cause he in ya clique and you
Feels good to be alive, don't it?
I'd rather die than work a nine to five
Put this on my gravestone that there's no one realer
Put that on my
what you love
It will bring me joy
Thank you Mr. Paul I can feel the love
Remember I was doing sixty in fifty-five
Got pulled over the by the same guy
Don't forget it
Bernie bros thinking he could die at any minute
Voting time in a minute
Still a young nigga with a mind
Like I'm 50, trying to shine
Like
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
the Ku Klux
I just got it and I already need a tune up
I'ma get rich or die trying like I'm Fifty
This Drac' will make a nigga dance just like he
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
for livin' a place for to die)
Twas so good to be young then to be close to the earth
Now the green leaves of summer are calling me home
Twas so
Late
Walk 8 Miles to be Rabbit that day
Get Rich Or Die Tryin’ my bank account had 50 Cent
Dwayne Carter had me on some Nino shit
But I had Common
the reaper to arrive?
Or just to die by the hand of love?
Love for youth, love for youth
So, die young and stay pretty
Leave only the best behind
50 cent, uh llod banks, uh
Young Buck, uh game Nigga' G-Unit
Haha it's easy man, it's easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle
No more dice games dillemas
Riding round Chi-Town I’m with my crew
Plotting on them fifty cent juices and fruity chews (uh)
Riding round Southside I’m with my crew
Chasing
Sike bitch I didn't go to class
I had plans to do good but they fell thru
I been trappin' so much I can sell you
Now that barrel sit right by my belt
remember I ain't have shit
Now I'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick
Gotta watch my back, these niggas hating on a young nigga
Stand up nigga, I will
one day down the line he'd be my first influence
Uh yeah next came 50 Cent and G-Unit
That's when I fell in love with music
Nothing's been the same I've
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