Lyrics:
Galahad, and I, wait until
nightfall, and then leap out of the rabbit, taking the French by
surprise -- not only by surprise, but totally unarmed!
ARTHUR:
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (yeah)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (Bugzy Malone)
If you live by the gun, die by
motherfuckin' fetty yo
And keep a down bitch for when your money run out
And get you gun out
And shoot'em up till they come out
I'm blowing in the wind
It
giraffe necks
Poverty'll make your ass bet
My touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish they last set (come on)
They say you live by the gun, you die
but I got it like this, anything I want imma get, get or die trying 50 cent, little money that I spent for her to let me come up on her tits, I promise
Sing out loud one of ya singles
The crowd has ever sung
Cheddar come to cats that's clever
And I was never dumb
But when you talk that real shit
You
You say tomata I say tomato
Iwanna rub on you like some play doh
Baby your body is stacked just like some legos
I wanna G-U-N it (gun it)
No 50 cent, no
shit's at
Niggas want my life homey come get that
I'm tired of the rif rat
Niggas better sit back
Cause when the guns come out
They break like kit-kats
But
deals
And we still out in that field
Got that nine tucking (Aye)
Shorty trying to play hard to get
But we stay lit
They come a dime a dozen
Twenties
[50 Cent Intro]
Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it,
Smile (Ha, ha)â?¦Lloyd
drill mugged or thugged out
Blood in or blood out, son was bugged out
Might look at you and slice you
Buck fifty face stupid and say but run Nike swoop
come across never took loss cause she leaving better
Winners win momma told me to get the dividends, and I did
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent
All my bitches get money
All my niggas get money
All of yall looking so bummy
Used to be sipping a bummy
Fifty cent soda
Now we just dip in
Nigga, dollar fifty rocks, nigga
On the real, I had eighty cent rocks
Call me 50 cent you know I ain't scared to kill many men
Yo free all my dawgs that's in the pen
Stay loyal to the gang until the end
If the Feds ask
come
Chips from a crumb, live by the gun
Dip when it blown, go for the deck
Throw up the set, bitch where you from
I'm a Harlem nigga, problems nigga,
[50 Cent]
Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake
I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker, come and holla, uhh
Out on my own, movin out with
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then come with me
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
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
got a drum if i see many men plot then i'm shooting out the 50 (50 Cent)
We finna squeeze if we keep spinning know we be twisting hard then a titty
Henchman
Am dope, nigga
I will OD in this bitch if I come out the coat with it
Then mark you out before the chest shot Pulp Fiction
If I whip the piece, your
the stretch long nose ready to blow
It's time to decongest i keep a pistol
I shoot you and the bitch eatin' witchu
You come out the mall
I'm hidin' under ya car
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