Lyrics:
Bigger than who
Boy you look like a mini man
Remember them days I aint even have 50 cents
But nowadays get what I want
The car got the engine in back
Cause
run
Ricky run Ricky Run Ricky run Ricky run
See I know how to fight but it's faster with a gun
They say they really bout it they be capping when I come
the blicky rocking number
Nines and Ricky how many bands like 50
She of the xans she tweaking off the perc
Yeah I'm tweaking too many hoes like
The weekend bro
don't brag a lot
But you should know you never had a shot
I'll bury him like let me find
Somewhere that this cat can rot
Legendary, I am something Frieza
glitch
(baow, baow, baow)
50 Cent aka the magic stick (grrah)
All black, one gunman
John Wick, that's a bad man
All black, one gunman john Wick (baow)
All
Had to use the rent for the pack
Had to flip a cent to a stack
Had to do my dance like jack
Had to take a chance while it lasts
Man I had to get this
on but I ain't brought it all with me
Bail thunderstorm, pounds dropping by the 50s (Dropping mad 50s)
First foreign I ever had was a 650 (Skrt skrt)
pie
Who's not ready? Holler I (I!)
Aw, alright, I'll count it again
But you better get hid, kid
Here we go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50
eventually ceases to
Be controlled by a fear of what
Life can bring - James Baldwin
For well over a year 50 Cent
Had been working on what
Was meant to be hist
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Boss, Ricky Ross
It's triple C,
Color cut clarity
My gun dirty, my brick clean
I'm riding dirty, my dick clean
and etching the Edelsons lawn for a dollar
Fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from Marsha.
There was nothing but
the Edelsons lawn for a dollar
fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from
Marsha. There was nothing but a circular from
pages of 50 shades of grey
Under the shade tree
You see them glittering from the 50 polygamy
Engagement rings
And I never even bent my knee
But bent many
skippin' doctors visits
But my pots is pissy, smokin' hockey sticky
Put a stockin' on my face and hit a lick in'
When shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky
I
bitches
You better have some type of figures if you sweating Rilla Illa, Ayo
I'm the new jersey Rza
I could do it by myself but we good together
Squeeze
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
alright
But of course I wasn't about to just give up my son
So I did exactly what I thought should be done
I worked my ass off and I saved every cent
I sold
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
boy, yeah, this shit get risky
I shoot him in the back, have him yellin' out, Ricky
And I'm ballin' like Bobby, but I'm sellin' all the Whitney
Sippin'
rapper who sucks crackers
And wish he had nuts
But if he did have some
Than I guess that would just make his his ass
A fuckin' act from "the Nut-Cracker"
gettin' too intense
Critics ravin' 'bout our album
But we're makin' fifty cents
And in the end
We was facin' the hard, cold truth
So tomorrow come what
But I'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
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