Lyrics:
trust a man, You down for fifty cents
Boy you is not cool, Still rock your neighborhood shoes
Regine's in a tie, Please don't waste my time
It's my time
Something special
Unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent)
Justin (-tin)
Timbaland (-land)
Goddamn (damn)
She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
Something special
Unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent)
Justin (-tin)
Timbaland (-land)
Goddamn (damn)
She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
the fuck", I just lost 60 racks, and made it back, nigga
RTB, I'm a real trench baby
Ion care if it's 50 cent, man you gotta pay me
All she doin' is laying
We're back, move 50 cent
Amusement park,F 50,[Incomprehensible], G Unit
Shorty you ain't gotta take ya panties off
Just pull 'em to the side
If you
around your city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorenzos on Yokohama tires
Bling
say
I'm taking sense
No 50 cents
Ain't a game, you should stop with all the foolery
For good or bad, either way it's opportunity
Give your life
Came around just killed it
Came around just shut it down
We came around they feel it
Came around didn't mean to do no round arounds just fitness
It
look at me
(Schools for fools look at me)
Just a boy filled with so much glee, look at him he's so free (am I?)
But all I see was a child locked down by
Transit just to f**k s**t up
Might hit The Factory just to f**k s**t up
F**k s**t up 8x
2nd Verse (Streetz)
I turn a quarter into a dollar, not fifty
body but my spirit lives
The impact of' that gat can never take spirit kid
Besides that if it's not my time then I'm 50 cent
The goodness of God
:12
Fcking tht bitch but I said I was done wit her
No feelings I’m just having fun wit her
Ratchet bitch/ yea she keep her a gun wit her
Don’t
Yo, Whoo Kid, man yo, drop this
Shit, man i gotta go, man let's
Hurry up, let's go, man oh yeah
50 Cent, uh g-Unit oh
Man i'm feeling myself right
nigga that's just how it works
I'm saying
But I don't fuck around with that fuck around
And I don't fuck around with no fuck arounds
So don't fuck around
just got to roll with
I got power like I'm 50 Cent yeah bitch I own it
Tell them get in line for this position if they want it
Position now if they want
f*ck what you’re telling me
This boy's so clean you can tell by the smell of me
Danny P I got bars like a felony
Dissin' me and you might just get hit
chess
That means I'm step step step step step
Ahead of you, I'm coming fo your revenue
You better move
I got a Gun that's to big to aim to shoot
I just
paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent
They said, "if you was white, should be all right"
"If you was brown, stick around
Trauma sensitizes the brain to pain
The cooccurrence between trauma and chronic pain is something like 50 per cent up to 80 per cent
So if you've had
Ride around in a new car
Shooting for the moon but I landed on the stars
I'm just sitting Moon-whistling
And baby what's your name again sorry I
it)
I'm so fly I go by Mr. Kent (Black Superman)
I'm gone get rich or die trying 50 cent (Hustle)
Small town make big plays (Yup)
Don't come around if
her 2 cents
See I'm just cruising
I'm Dodging old my h***
I keep giving y'all my old flows
But this shit here is newer than an infant
They like it's
And every lock that ain't locked
When no one's around.
I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't
YOUR FACE AND SET YOU UP LIKE 50 CENTS MANY MEN SEE ITS THE BATTLE WITH THE FLESH THAT YOU HAVE WITHIN SEE IM USE THIS PEN TO DESCRIBE MY SIN CAUSE ONE
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