Lyrics:
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
pattern impediments
Serve a sermon of serpents
Always get better hands
Buck fifty, give a fuck 'bout two cents
Didn't get to grow and shed out a set
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
street nigga that turned into a rap star
In an industry full of fuckboys and actors
In a Rolls Royce but I whip it like NASCAR
Heaven for a G? I’m a make
you identify me?
It's funny how you got these lil' fufu, four plaque, lil' ju-ju niggas talkin' Zulu
I coulda made the shooters make a movie like it's
crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jokes (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
you dead
That’s a funny way to be heaven sent
My guard is bent
Gotta get it just to pay the rent
Gave out verses to people
And I ain’t make a cent
Five-O)
Now I'm fuckin' with 5-0, it's all startin' to make sense
My moms happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new
up til the very end
It's all about paper my nigga
I pop smoke for the dividends
Bullet proof like I'm fifty-cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your
right by the Citgo
Man I gotta make it, my heart just can’t take it
My whip be my mind and my mind just be racin’
Was down by a dozen and I couldn’t shake
I throw my 2 cents in
Well make it 5 percent then
If black man is God then
The ghetto must be heaven under fire
Holy war against the races
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
somethin' man, your ass is grown
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it
tellin' me i'm a fellon
I beat the case and that's it
And I wasn't acquainted with him
But I'm tryna make it to Heaven
But they don't want me to make it
If it don't make dollars it don't make cents
So I put every coin in my rhyme (Drip)
Bitch I'm a ball
I'm a wizard bitch John wall
Jump up and breaking
licking me just like a peppermint
Hard like steel, Clark with the Kent
God with me, call me Heaven-sent
I'm buck 50 where you speak a cent
Got my hoodie
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
guy all of them
Quick to double back best be on that pavement
Menace to society gotta make a statement
They asking why we call it the No The no
We
fuck with the kid and she told me she love this
I'm the last one that's laughing so stop all the funny
And that nigga was up on his ass gotta fund it
like Ben 10 yeah
Or I'm like 50 Cent bulletproof hated by many men men men
She like to sing along to my songs I be like yeah yeah yeah
You gotta come
a settlement
You need to go to church, you niggas ain't heaven sent,
I wish death on them, I feel like I'm 50 cent
They wish death on me, you know what I meant,
Make it or break it I'm sayin
Takin from greatness ain't lazy
Radio stations won't play me
Shaken by death I see Frazy
Maybe I cop a Mercedes
Wrap it in
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