Lyrics:
roll,
I don't care if you're young or old,
You oughtta get together and let the good times roll-a
Don't sit there mumbling
Talkin' trash
If you
roll,
I don't care if you're young or old,
You oughtta get together and let the good times roll-a
Don't sit there mumbling
Talkin' trash
If you
[50 Cent]
ay , yo we can't stay alive forever,
so if the shit hits tha fan then we might as well die together, im hi as ever, more hoe's and more
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
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
wife dig me
Game try and hit me
Kick game like 50 cent
Niggas wanna play games I quickly
Mob with a squad that will bang y'all wit' me
And they want
taker I'ma die trying to ball
Street nigga don't abide by the law
Keep it on me they don't play fair
Tell a pussy nigga take care
Still young but I done
They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence
Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
Now, everybody try to find a good hiding place
This old tree is gonna be the base
I'm gonna close my eyes and hide my face
And count to 100 by
gon' be bangin' this shit for rest of our lives
So live fast and die young, (live fast)
Live fast and die young, (die young)
Live fast and die young
[50 Cent]
G-Unit!
[Chorus: x2 50 Cent]
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
going on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack
Play it for me in my long Cadillac
Play me that, "Only The Good Die Young
ride
This just first releases
Tell em papi outside
Like 50 cent
Getting rich or die trying
That or Mr West
I'll testify to touch the sky
If you asking,
I
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
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
to the neck no cap (no cap)
Now that I’m up in this game, issa wrap (issa wrap)
Bounce for me now, lemme see you make it clap (make it clap)
On my 50 Cent shit
Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto.
Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting
50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
But don`t let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more that I`m gonna keep, so
Let the good times roll, let the good times roll
I don`t care if
[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
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
the automatic
Paper towels in the public restrooms
But that's me I guess
So I been low riding while bumping 50
50 times a day &
Spending 50 cents on a bummy drink
with precision
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide yourself and slide
I, young Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece
the wood you Marc Twain character
I'm holdin back! So I won't melt the polar caps
So good off the top, my hairline's growin back
I make sense/cents now,
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