Lyrics:
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
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
distress
Now all this mackin’ I been dealing in got me stacking my dividends
A pocket full of change I gave 50 cent out to many men
I slam my doors my
by 4
Believe, if I catch him, bet you the hoe gon' go
See me with (?), you ain't gon' see the hoe no more
They love when I talk that shit
Roll
like Ben 10 yeah
Or I'm like 50 Cent bulletproof hated by many men men men
She like to sing along to my songs I be like yeah yeah yeah
You gotta come
know they be hatin' on how I'm cakin'
Want me boxed or dead
I move with birds by the flock instead
D.c., I keep whoopin', keep cookin', 'til the pots
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
shorty probably wouldn't roll
From the Benz to the lobby from the lobby to the do'
If you ain't with the program ma you gotta go
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
'Cause
dead rappers by the thousands, all these dead rappers make mountains, dead men
Yeah, It ain't no secret, you don't like me and I don't like you
If I love you right or wrong Ima ride to the end
On my side we don't pretend I was raised by made men
Knew the game by age of 10 that's when my uncle
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
in the seat
When we creep wit the heat
That's how we get down
Wise men listen and laugh while fools talk
Stick up kids don't live long in New
of the head
Cos when I'm through with you
You gonna wish you were dead
And I won't say sorry for what I have said
No apologies nigga
I don't give a shit
And if
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
like 50 Cent when drop many Men
Living everyday and I'm shooting for The stars Backwood filled with MAC 1 I'm on mars
Everybody turnt they back on me
song by The Fray
Cause I said it did let it live
Give me the credit like reddit
I'm throwing these subs
Like 50 cent, I'm dead or at least "many men
Will
what you think of me
That’s why they talk silly when they not with me
I keep it one hunnid and they do fifty
They keep on asking what is wrong with me
I
be dead
Dead like the dead man
Slender man
Oh shit hit the fan
If only they spare a man
And hour or two
I could rally up
The whole crew
Kill the opps
known in the city
Yea bitch I'm known in the city
Lately I'm feeling like 50
Many men wanna form up against me
No weapon formed up against me
Shall
peoples head is round
Hers go up and down, like a peanut
She could be pretty
If her attitude wasnt so shitty
Talkin bout "you tryin to come through
keep a lil Uzi
I keep a 50 inside of my clip
If he talking that shit knock some cents in his head
I'm just a lil bit shaky I ain't in da club
Cuz I know
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