Lyrics:
were listening to 50 cent
He asked for 50 I gave him 20 procent
I once scammed a cucumber seller for 20 pesos
I'm dumb rich my competition is jeff bezos
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
Der Deutsche reiht sich ein und sprengt den rahmen wie kann das sein?
Ich piss der Welt ins Gesicht roll einen dicken Joint und schreib nen Reim
Marshel
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
of Hen', rockin' til I die
Nuts I bust off, if I bust off
Slugs I bust off, if they want war, what?
[Top Dog]
Up in the club, Top Dog, show me some
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
the days
Young strays, posted at the L.Q. on Friday's
Waitin for Dice to give the go ahead
Hawkin 50 cent, puttin heads to bed
for a herringbone hear
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(La Musica de Harry Fraud)
La, da, da, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Keep the E in it
Chevy's on switches, baby,
boots that I'm itching to rummage
Two quid in my back pocket who knows what I'll spend it on
A well-used telescope or maybe even Tron
On DVD, because I've
to late for Niggas,
I’m on they Ass Running Doors with a Mask, Lay em Down for da Cash, Like Give me that ( Bitch ) 50 Rounds in da Mag, - Bop Bop - 50
Tear the club up, and anyone that try to judge us
The last days, makin sure I get the last say
In the food chain, is you predator or prey?
If you
and a spliff
We gonna get lit
Turn da fuck up in dis bitch
Ohh damn dis my shit
Pre-course
A nigga sharp like hollow tips
I go hard for that starch
Yeah I
the automatic
Paper towels in the public restrooms
But that's me I guess
So I been low riding while bumping 50
50 times a day &
Spending 50 cents on a bummy drink
in the tonsils
With dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina
Who's behind ya? Cadillac Pac or that transvestite?
That dress like a Lil
P-I-M-P
(Verse1)
Now shorty she in da club, she's dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce
Surrounded by killers and dealers
And club geekers
Summertime, Dapper Dan, candy ridin coupes
Wintertime, snow suit's with the Louie boots
See the purse came
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
a thottie (Huh?)
Stomach on a gate
Made a quick stop to Haji's (Yo)
Walk in any club in New York with no ID
Shorty think 'cause her ass fat
She could line me
in a line
So many choices, not enough time
Down to fifty cents, almost time to head home
We sigh and we whine, then moan and groan
The golden age,
Get the club buck ("Eightball, M-J-G you know we can't be touched")
Yaknahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah
MJ, G up in yo shit like some toilet paper
Get
of Hen', rockin' til I die
Nuts I bust off, if I bust off
Slugs I bust off, if they want war, what?
[Top Dog]
Up in the club, Top Dog, show me some
niggas tried to jack us
But we don't give a fuck, I got the AK in the back of
I came out the night club, three o'clock struck
Trying to holler at my
talk, so when I make that call, boy that’s B2B
White tee, grey tee, or I’m in all black
Same fit all week when I fall back
I need the whole loaf, 50 cents
the blame on me
Like a 50 Cent and y'all just one penny
When we're in the club y'all ain't getting any
It's Mr. Burns in the flesh of course
That's why your
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