Lyrics:
[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
taking nine shots 50 Cent
Ooh Yeah
Diamonds on me dancing Janet Jackson
I really got them packs in to make it happen
I prolly put some food on one of you
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
just aim through it
But don't confuse it
This game is all I ever needed, everything else just fuckin' useless
I put my two cents in
Believe my true
the time you get your food (ah?)
It's been through like fifty hands (ahahaha)
I stay with the yayo like 50's man (like 50's man)
I wanna get my reload in
the shit I rap is absolute, truth like Trae you could catch me in my bag you gook
My nigga (edited) the type to snatch you for your valuables
My nigga
I CAN!
Anything you can buy, I can buy cheaper.
I can buy anything cheaper than you.
Fifty cents?
Forty cents!
Thirty cents?
Twenty cents
in through the porch screen
Door and into the kitchen. "Oh gawd, it's absolutely maudlin outside." "Ach, I
Know what you mean, I feel all icky!"
gestured, raising her arms upwards in defense. "The thing is, after a
while, you get tired of fighting with him, you know, and after all I didn't
really do
stars made by cinnamon
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm hated, yes, by many men
She look me dead up in my eyes, baby, do you love
Him, or me (or me)
Not one
50 Cent ciara
I'm focused, man (DarkChild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me I handle my
was a test
When he pouring up on the tech
Didn’t get to live it yet
Told my mom
I won’t fucking die
Till I’m 25
And he crashed
In the fucking night
could build faster
I'm a real master, real massive
You just real average
I see your chain, it's strange
They wore those in the Middle Passage
And it's
When it comes to gettin' money bitch we can't stop
Stackin' up the one's time to flip another drop
20's with the 50's with the 100's on the top
We
Hypnotized to follow
Mesmerized by paid-for lighting
Make their life look more exciting
Careful now, don't get blinded
Can't you see it's double sided
Build
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
the places that you been in
Women that you swim in, it doesn't add up
& you looking like a mathematician but why is it that your math is missing
50 for me 50
please
He think just cause he got bands that he won me? please
I get money, I get money more than 50 cents
Money bulging way more than yo dick do tents
Bankroll got the bitches bad on the pole
Pull up to the club, I let it go let it go
They call me young Quavo throw
Young Quavo throw
We get ignorant in
history of hip-hop
From way way back
(His martha gupa's?) Hip-Hop Father
Charlie Ahern Wild Style
And 50 Cent's Fifty and More
I used to read this to my
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
It's 50 Cent starring as Game
It's autobiographical
I hope you enjoy yourself
50 callin me crazy, I might be just maybe
I'm gangsta, I'm crippin', Damu,
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