Lyrics:
With both eyes
I was in LA
Looking out for my people
Please don't compare me
Nobody's my equal
Back of the Uber
I'm smoking the diesel
When you a savage
really hurts my brain
Like you never got chinged like it weren't by J
Drop that bitch, I'm done with these hoes
Mash one work, I'm done with these clothes
50 Cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
The Memphis niggas is rowdy rowdy
Them
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
I'm a die trying to get rich like 50 cent
Could have bought a foreign, but instead I bought a brick
When I was on my dick, them bitches wouldn't give
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I pit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I hit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
played my music in her ears, she was in love with my tunes
She called me 50 Cent and Chris Brown all rolled into one
She wanted some of my genes, so she
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
touch me
Me. That cost 50 cents
Whatever I still got plenty left
I'm in the zone. Danger. Twilight. Name it
Heart rate rise while climb in the rankings
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
counterfeit
He ain't really bout a bag, he tryna bag a bitch
Many men, ayy, want me dead, I feel like 50 cent
I remember back then, ayy, I didn't have a cent
I
So, I sit in the back
I put my hood up
And I listen
I'm a man made of class
Don't make no 50 Cent
The money sticking like glue
I shoot the 3 not no 2's
at the zoo, cause the trenches had grabbed me
50 cents for chips, 2 for a dollar, break a bag, not stingy
She got a cute face, I compliment, bet I be in her
Kick that bitch out last week
cnd she still on my dick
I just came wit a 50 ball
cnd a 50 clip
No I'm not 50 cent Nigga
Ion got no sense
Big hunna
got some more in store
When I get through throwin' it on
You gotta' come back for more
Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing
word I say
I'm advertising love for free
So you can place your ad with me
Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing but ten cent
the dollars
Got more if ya xxx will swallow
She shaking it by the roba hoping it by the Bentley
She know that I'm high and tipsy now drop it n gimme 50
She
of Floyd done put that fear into many men
Many men
Fifty Cent Many Men
I'm not a fan can't pretend
Shit get crazy where my baby
Rock my baby FN
Shorty mad
like I'm OG King
Wished death upon by many men, like I was 50 Cent
I've been standing out on them street lights, on some foreign engineer
Big booty
this shit
Stay close to my pastor every day I repent
Use to blow all my money now I stack every cent
And fuck some new friends I'm still rolling with
50 cent
I ain’t even worth a cent but I’m heaven sent
I’m hellbent on getting it on
By the bar I see a black blonde
(As I approach)
Hello ma’am, you
me hounding me trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watching her
Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em
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