Lyrics:
it up, playing broke, I learned that from my last hundred (No lacking)
By any means necessary I'm on Dey ass I might just do the dance on em (Just Do
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, rock, blows,
my circle
The ones that acting phony
Hard as fuck, put it on cement
Card of luck, peachy be my scent
Pimp on God, call me 50 Cent
Cadillac, tell me how
Its the way i live my life
Always give 100 take back 50
Give one 100 and i take back 50
Dont have anytime to be so thrifty
Dont need a shrine just
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
niggas then I got they help
But I'm still never backing down from shit
Spend a nigga block
Spend a nigga bend
Fuck it get the strap like I'm fifty cents
and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny's, I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent, I got a job for your father
I'm tryna help with the rent, I came up from
told me she think I'm the shit
Told Lil Shawty sheen never lien cause I'm…
Ima get rich or die trying and ion know 50 cent
I can get rich as fuck I still
you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All you do window shop
I seen you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All
You gon' have to keep up with me on here
Handle the business, I'm all man
We had to drink from the storm drain
In front of the judge
it
Say you a boss nigga what the business?
Say you a boss if really get it
Hundreds and fifties, fifties and hundreds
Commas on commas on commas
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
yo girl 50 cent
Cause I heard she fucking many men
Randy get mad go dumb like its mice of men
Chains on my neck hold me down like wet cement
What I'm
baby
Uh, come on y'all
It's still y'all same old dawg
Surviving Sickle Cell like bullets to the jaw
Fifty Cent power, for this shit I should get paid by
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
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
Ya hate me cause I I'm nice up on the mic
I'm twice the size of rice
My flow keepin em' right
Brain dead you need cents like 50
Cause you won't truly
the human population has more than doubled and during the same 40 years more than 50 per cent of all animals, insects, fishes and birds have disappeared.
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
Nigga the work a 9 say its 10
Scribble on the check whit a pen
Right now im wearing Dior but you know I rock louie linen
50cent glass jaw
Shoot his chin
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