Lyrics:
sick
Many men want see me fall, dawg I feel like 50 Cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
bandz
Ice my neck up wit baguettes but ian never been to france
I got cents just like I'm fifty, I'm that nigga wit the plan
How this land of the free,
with a pistol
I slide with a 50
Starting to feel like I'm Carti, did it by myself, give a fuck if you with me
Draco got Double-D titties
He was sipping
on the radio got me steamed
Can't put a smile on my face cuz my pockets ain't straight
At least not the way I want 'em to be
Early as phuckk, eight fifty-one
diddy
That nigga 50
I thrifted just time fine mines
Take time let it age
Fine wine
If they move serpentine
Then you know they not mines
I'm
I can't go
Get Rich or Die Tryin and I'm still in/stealin time
We so alive
Can't stand up, if you ain't on ya grind
50 times I served them 50 lines
I seen 50
[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
rapper tryin' to mimic him
And that's what really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
You would never know
Trailer for sale or rent, 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
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
French frames in dreams
At the city I can't escape
50 Cent, Darkchild, So Plush
Girl, I wait for your lovin'
There is no rush, what
That's how Darkchild
loop
Can't give every hoe dick I ain't generous
Keep a strap like I'm Ellen Degeneres
Twenty on the receipt you tip 50 cent
I tip 50% I can't penny pinch
hurting
And I can't take no more
Cause war and death on humanity
And throw the bodies out the door
Godinama kamufliran, pjesmama glave rezem kastriram
don't make cents/sense
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't shit; niggaz talkin 'bout me
But they really ain't shit, they
baby
Uh, come on y'all
It's still y'all same old dawg
Surviving Sickle Cell like bullets to the jaw
Fifty Cent power, for this shit I should get paid by
the bankrolls
Big steppa I'm clumsy
Raised off 50 cent nutties
I was a kid like Cudi
Just tryna get cuddi
Leave them pigs no evidence
I done seen killers snitch
a city in the west coast
On this quest to get rich
Or die trying, tread soft
Word to 50 cent
I don't even need a vest
For the Teflon
When they let
I'm living I can't see no ghetto,
This ain't America, it's England, where we live ain't nothing special.
You can take anywhere and call it a ghetto,
touch me
Me. That cost 50 cents
Whatever I still got plenty left
I'm in the zone. Danger. Twilight. Name it
Heart rate rise while climb in the rankings
change up the topic
Cuz I aint 50 Cent This aint no 21 Questions
I don’t give a damn or understand what you talking
I Told you I aint 50 I ain't lookin for
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
'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle in the sky, one
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