Lyrics:
Central Park, 50 Cent ist am Start
Kuck wie sich Rechnung um Rechnung häuft
So ist das Leben, im Leben eines Ghet-to-boys
Es ist Crime-Time wir fahren
change nigga, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone,
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
yea ima go
If not there then idk
Said if I don't hit a mill by 30 it's straight to tha black hole
No GPS no phone
Heart really on froze
Don't help by
(Skrrt) speedin' in it, let the car cruise
Put me 50 Cent on them Ja Rules (Ah)
Prices goin' up in the city
Twenty-six fifty for a jar of blues
Twelve
50 Cent, I ain't ya Enimem
I ain't ya Jigga Man, I'm a chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
She looks suprirsed in the palm of my hands
You know
Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
Some Say I'm Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same
of 60th, and on to 5th
Stood in front of Nix and sold 200 nicks
Drop it on the hood, by some scandalous crips
Bought my first Cutlass, eyes on my tip
30
to keep this shit low pro lil bihh wanna bring her friends thru
I'm on stage whylin holling nigga sound like Fatman scoop
Everybody wanna be 50cent but
ignore the nonsense
Why the haters got to pop shh
They ain't got nothin better to do I done settled my dues
The hood made me strong enough to sever these
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
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
blood on the money, we savagin'
You can tell by the driver we havin' it, yeah
We took it easy, so don't press your luck
When I feel like squeezin', my
was a fallacy/up your mighty race/ build a new reality/
Dollars that we spend stay here a short time/spent out the hood by the end of the rhyme/
So
And when it get hot
Put the fan in the window (Aye)
50 cent for a scraper
To the candy lady
Duckin the cops
Tryin not to get caught by Grady
Polk County
pull up in something stupid with the tint at 5 percent
While i'm bumping 50 Cent
And speaking of a percentage
Man, I need my shit with interest
I'm
Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same Niggas Wouldn't Offer To Give Me Shit
Niggas Hate You When You Rich, But Love When You Broke
I Never Knew I Had So Many
the bag that's the biggest the most out the lesser
Keep a big 40 cent copped on my dresser I fuck with that metal
Hundreds and fifties my po got some
brudda, my brudda, my brudda
You ain't never had to go half on 50 cent cakes
He ain't never slept in the same bed from head to toe but opposite ways
Now I
I'm back up like I never left
I'm Calculated with wisdom that's how I take my steps
Got 50 cents the way I'm steady dodgin' this death
With what I
50 Cent, I ain't ya Enimem
I ain't ya Jigga Man, I'm a chinaman
Ginseng in the palm of my hand
She looks suprirsed in the palm of my hands
You know
play not today
What the fuck happened to MTV
Why these whack people get to make a cd
I dont know man look at 50 Cent
He dont move his mouth when
dippin'
Un-forgiven by so many men who wish to 50 Cent him
Talkin' bout how is he still shittin'?
Thought by now he would be empty
All this power in my
to the death, I feel blessed
Cause we got the summer hot but my wrist on froze
These are the ways of the hood, this the life we chose
Was taught to never play
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