Lyrics:
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
This relationship is all that it's cracked up to be
Never lack lust in that
G.O.A.T
Twenty-four, I ball like Kobe, in the clutch, bitch, it's the up
Twenty-fifth of December, that's the type of gift that I am
Twenty-six different
fly that I defy the laws of physics
I ain't think it was possible for a
Check to have this many digit's
Mathematically exquisite
Am I cocky just
the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)]
Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon'
wretched loneliness
With love, that's 50/50
Or a hundred at a time
Love, that's 50/50
With both of us this time
I can hear my love
And she wouldn't
forever, put that on the cheddar, man
But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time
Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out
This is it my niggas, this
to cry
Wild like a long f***in' ranger
N****z from the South keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin'
That's why n****z
or Lacey
It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby
You put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy
Put a hole through your front and your back, maybe
But
need they dividends
But shareholders only be getting like 50 cents
I'm a CEO, so I'm the one that's giving cents
While I'm in the office counting money,
go platinum"
They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur
Don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenacting her boy
So I'm click-clackin' this toy, mash
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
& these haters sour
Can't get rich working by the hour so I'm trying to ball like Dwight Howard
I need the money I need the power, I can't get it acting
and that’s just not enough
Music barely makes an artist big these days
Sometimes when I’m at a shoot I hit a phase, like
I never signed up for this shit
I just
my voice on, that shit knock, don't it?
Balenciaga saga, I'm in Bergdorf ballin'
It's just another episode, my hoes, I spoil 'em
She like the fly
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
that it's not a burden, why?
Because I rap in cursive
They treat my lyrics like the Bible
The OG and the King James Version
This colloquial
My verses
waterlogged
Maybe it’s the alcohol
Told em that shit won’t slow me down
Actin like we ain’t know you now
Told me that she won’t hold me down
Backing off my
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
the shooter
[Verse One: 50 Cent]
I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out
Find out shit is real when I'm at you with that thang out
Cause all kind of commotion
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
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