Lyrics:
a haircut could make me love you any less
But if you'll open that, you may know what I felt when I came in
White fingers pulled off the paper, and then a cry
softly
I wouldn't leave a trace if I died and police chalked me
Who's the Boss G? You better radio the walkie talkie
For these Fatal Attract MC's that
leave a trace if I died and police chalked me
Who's the Boss G? You better radio the walkie talkie
For these Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me
Got a big
right now
You're not gonna like it
'Cause if I get pushed over the edge, then I'm pullin' you with me
You poke a stick at a pitbull, you get bit, B
to prison I’ll say I’m like youngboy and then say that it make no sense
If many men wanna kill me and they try to shoot me I’ll just say that I’m 50 cent
You
let them leave
Those seven class days Man, I can't think straight for
Seven class days, we got places to be
I know you wanna make saints, but that ain't
do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)
Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
something's heating up, can I leave with you?"
And then the ladies go
"I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you"
Guys sing
It feels
Easy if you keep fucking around like that you're going to get your ass shot
No fuck that
The only thing more potent than my rhymes
Is the shit that
Shots to his chest Fifty Cent like its Many Men
Yeah, Fifty Cent like it's many men
I been getting to the bag I won't stop now
Just like Kyle Lowry you
bitch
Blossom with the buttercup and I ain't talkin flowers
You can keep that Remy I just like the money showers
These n*ggas worth 50 cent claiming they
Veskoppies emahlanyeni sweet no Mkatakata Freedom of expression, this is a lyrical Inkatha Bakakati got chicks bashaya iPhatha-Phatha Ngiwu 50 Cents in this
bitch lucky got hit still alive
Drive by on his ass cause he stopped at the light
You goofy as fuck if you think imma fight
Headshots only I came with
to hand at the serving station
To making a hundred and fifty grand just off day training
Ay man, we know you ain't did the shit you said man (no)
Where I
the coupe, but I come with more features
I am what I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to blow 50 grand and think nothing of it
Fuck it
If I
the coupe, but I come with more features
I am what I am, you could like it or love it
It feels good to blow 50 grand and think nothing of it
Fuck it
If I
his legs lock
(a ha ha ha ha ha, shh)
Don't call the cops (call the cops)
Wrap his body, put it in a box (wrap it up)
If you the Huncho then you make
when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with
wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes we switch the vin
If he sweet then finesse again
Its hard
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
Not a quarter
Not a penny
Not a pinch
Not a cent
I don't owe a nigga shit
And if a nigga tell you different I'll hoe a nigga quick
And if a nigga tell
something's heating up, can I leave with you?"
And then the ladies go
"I don't know what I'm thinking bout, really leaving with you"
Guys sing
It feels
to)
He doesn't love ya, I can tell by his charm
(No, no) but you could feel this real love
(Feel it) if you just lay in my
Ah, ah, arms (Whoa)
Ah, ah,
rulin' over shit, not a thing
If I will, then it's spill
You a pawn in my game
Watch 'em kill, do a drill
While this prawn on my plate
All this hurt
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