Lyrics:
[50 Cent]
ay , yo we can't stay alive forever,
so if the shit hits tha fan then we might as well die together, im hi as ever, more hoe's and more
dirty things
Protected by this N-I-N-E Glock
Feel like shawty pimp
This one for them niggas talking hot I'm here to check ya temp
No attempt when I empty
cleaned up mine
I'm still paranoid though, from what I left behind
Gotta put me some gloves on, they **** with Buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me **** in
cents
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
'Cause I'm a king of the road
I'm just a king of the road
King of the road
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
I'm Feelin good I'm great
Nigga Get the fuck out my face
Champagne bottles by the case
And she love it my way
Wanna be my world I need space
Cause
todavía son erráticos
Wisin y yandel!
The warriors jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que
talking cloth talk
Dripped I’m Medusa
We lit like a small torch
I’m still risky
Solid round the same you been shifty
But somehow you wanted 50/50
Forgive
shooters, I was paranoid
Young nigga poppin' off anywhere
Catch up and spray, nigga, anywhere
I gotta make sure I ante up
'Cause I'm in touch with the mob
off
I leave a nigga taste off when I pace off
I let it waste off fist gun I'm laid off
I'm violent as 50 Cent leave
Em like Mase off
Landing all ties
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
money on my mind
I aint thinking bout a hater
Coke by the keys
And weed by the acres
All is i think is paper
All is see is paper
Im a get money nigga
I
wife dig me
Game try and hit me
Kick game like 50 cent
Niggas wanna play games I quickly
Mob with a squad that will bang y'all wit' me
And they want
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
(50 Cent Motivation Speaking)
He used to play with Hot Wheels, Now he riding hot wheels/
Kind of guy a cop kills since he bust his clip at pigs
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
it home (that did not make it home, gang)
Traumatized by the block, I gotta think a lot (yeah)
Thug stimulate your mind, I'm on some ventin' shit
Hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven
Some say I'm paranoid, I say I'm careful how I choose my friends
Been to ICU once I ain't
Hell
I gotta make it to Heaven, I hope I make it to Heaven
Some say I'm paranoid, I say I'm careful how I choose my friends
Been to ICU once I ain't
Stomach steady growling pockets full lent
Wrapping up some pennies it was fifty cents
Going to the bootleg for a cigarette
Come from out the jungle
raps
50 Cent raps I'd rather let
Eminem call me 50 niggas
Than break bread wit a
Rich nigga readin scripture
By the way, if you're Aryan
Nation - FUCK
Can't take no hand out not by no niggas
I count G-Unit not 50 Cent
Nigga broke as shit
Could pay your rent
I'm balling hard
Gray Iverson
Braids up in
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