Lyrics:
Look, mama, I made it (grrt)
Look, I remember the days
Same fit for a week straight
I used to eat fifty-cent cake
Now, it's Philippe's
It's
What a game
My agent called just to tell me the same
And reassure me that we gon be okay
I Dropped a 50 just to drop 40...
Give or take
It sounds better
50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there
(tenisfield) Tennessee,
Haha..
Get'em Buck!
[G-Unit
change up the topic
Cuz I aint 50 Cent This aint no 21 Questions
I don’t give a damn or understand what you talking
I Told you I aint 50 I ain't lookin for
come across never took loss cause she leaving better
Winners win momma told me to get the dividends, and I did
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
jeans made by Oprah,
in your house on your sisters wall is my poster,
f-cking models, doing shows just like I supposed ta,
my lifestyle extravagant,
wants to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldn't buy
G-Unit, UTP
Hahahaha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP (yeah)
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em, Buck
50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't fuckin' playin'
Intro: (50 Cent)
(Two street kids now men, its sad it had to end this way, But before i go into that...lets start from the begining....)
Intro: (50
got Benjamin's
Toxic niggas for the win
I'm not liked by many man
Feeling like I'm 50 cent
Member having 50 cents
Hundreds made off flipping it
Enough
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
Mira Mira Mira
Josiah look another window with 99 cent breakfast cahita propaganda
That’s 6 in a row, nobody can starve around here
99 cent
[50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there
Cashville, Tenekee!
Haha..
Get'em Buck!
[G-Unit ~
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
[50 Cent- CHORUS 2X]
Every hood we go through,
All the gangstas around know my whole crew,
We hold it down like we 'sposed to,
Nigga you could front,
Stroll around
The whole town
In our finest furs and bags
Might just cop the jag
She ain’t going see that bitch no more
Might just cop the jag
She ain’t
men, get rich or die like I'm 50 Cent
Remember when life was the simplest, back when I didn't have fifty cent
Sober now, I'm takin' Yoga classes
I'm
that bennigans
Timmy 21 to my competition
I’m a stomp em
In some timberlines
As a youngin listened to 50 cent
Get rich or die trying
Story telling
(50 Cent)
Might just fuck the nigga bitch
I ain't got shit to do (yeah, I can)
Gotta put my shit on DND soon
As I hit the booth (Hit the booth)
Why you
take some damage
She just took my jacket
And my jacket had a thousand in it
Fuck I'll never fuck with hoes Again
Fifty cent up to a dolla
Imma stack it
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
nothing legal here
If we're getting clocked by amprs then we are leaving there
All my dons are hustlers and they aco ain't no feeble here
I've not seen 50
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