Lyrics:
succeeding get out of my way
Just living life day by day, making sure me' and' my people are straight
Aye
I dont got time for the hate, instead of wasting
Extend the carbon with a 50 round make him do the fabo
I did this all by myself i didnt even need a label
I told my son to stack his money like he buildin
(Yup)
I don't need no nigga rattin' on me
So I'm by myself ridin' through the slums
Two bitches with me, that's a two-on-one
(Two of 'em)
Young rich
Someone tell me what the problem is
Someone tell me where I went wrong
I haven't been thinking straight
Girl, yeah, I'm off two pills
And I'm mixin'
me a hog
My bike worth fifty, Benz worth a hun'
Unrecouped, I do this rap shit for fun
Don't get it twisted, nigga, catch it cause it's real
Had
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
gone handle things
I get straight to it
Get this money, I was raised a king
And what's a little to a giant, shit ain't nun to me
A Jack of anything
the funny face
And if I'm fake, I ain't notice 'cause my money ain't
So let me get this straight, wait, I'm the rookie?
But my features and my shows ten
the tune of the Audio Two
Milk was chillin as I chilled in the back room
Listen to snaps, cuts by Scoob and Scrap
Union Square, to tear up the KRS tracks
a piece
4 and a half, 2 G's, but I'll take 18
Got some niggas on my team bout head bussin' and green
Flippin' hundreds to G's, hoopties, to benzies
I get my
50 Cent: G-UNIT
Announcer: MTV News on MTV 2
Gideon Yego: Hi I'm Gideon Yego with MTV news. 4 weeks strong at number one and the Eminem Show is
The money stack it up, it look like Yao Ming
Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob
Alley Boy chuck big bank met Sosa at 6
Little Ricky duct tape mob
50
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
(price)
I'm not gettin' involved with the hype (no)
I'm too rich to get into a fight (I'm too rich)
Fifty racks got my jeans fittin' tight (fifty racks)
boogie when I'm bored
Let me fly, but lately I've been feeling sore, tryna sore
I talk about my future like it's just about to happen
Get smacked by
how I flipped it, preme
The base mixed in with the high clap, mean
Made me 2 step hit the shoulder lean
Straight dime by my side clear face no
like Birdman I need that Cash Money
They jetting I'm never quitting that money my only mission
Them Carty's for better vision like L.O lets get get get
people dependin' on me but they gon' be straight
Uh, I wanna go to service
But I ain't been in so long, kinda make me feel nervous (nervous)
'Cause they
1 for the money and the car I drive
2 for the girls who are passing by
3 for the house on the hills outside
4 for the guys and the wild fly by
1 for
tonight
Got thirties and fifties, that's taking your life
Pull up, we get it on sight
I sit back, and I write, can't trip about life
Go in, and hit straight
we dropping dividends now
100 and 50s I'm chasing don't give a f**k what they do
Global ain't catching no break
We get to the cake
Regardless i
get the crown yet
To be a king
That I'm destined To be
the king I'm supposed to be
Or Imma die trying
Like 50 cent
Imma get rich or die trying
Getting
Like a countdown, 3-2-1 I'm gone, 3-2-1 I'm gone
Like a countdown, 3-2-1 I'm gone, 3-2-1 I'm gone
I keep it straight like a bantu (bantu)
I keep it
…time to play around, what is this? (humming
Singing) 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
Gather all my thoughts
All the bullshit I experienced is
Coming out right now
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