Lyrics:
of character that 50 sent to a wanksta...
Bitch I'm by self !
cnd I surround u like a Pickett fence protecting Biden from offensive picketers..
Im when
[Originally by 50 Cent]
No shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gonna' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink
decided to let you know
Who is this nigga Familiar this nigga
Damn girl he fine see why you remember this nigga
Not god but sent by god to feed the earth
(price)
I'm not gettin' involved with the hype (no)
I'm too rich to get into a fight (I'm too rich)
Fifty racks got my jeans fittin' tight (fifty racks)
That's why I put it in the hook
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2
January 10th, nigga
You know the vibes
Check me out on that Gyro Magazine, too
Not GQ, Gyro
to be what you want me to be
50!
It's just a pinch man
It's a sample
You're not supposed to get high
off the sample
You're just supposed to feel
And called him Jim
You have already met her. She is Della
Della finished her crying and cleaned the marks of it from her face
She stood by the window
Shoot above his neck, he disrespect
Don’t run up on me body full of stress
I’m goin’ through it by my lonely
Screaming out "Who next?" while you
Niggas
money ain't a thing
Then I woke up and be thankful
Crown me up I'm King
'Cause I've been doin' it my own
I'm repetitive uhm
I've been killin' it
They
station in Jamaica
Queens zach Fink Ny1 50 cent:
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50
Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want
was Joe 3H from Capitol Records
He wanted to sign me really bad
Dame was like, "Yo, you got a deal with Capitol? Okay, man, just make sure it's not
my life and what I'm doing
You not out here putting this work in with me
Don't matter where I'm from, where the money at
Went inside banks with
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
kill it a little, then leave it alone
Let my man 50 G drag it into his zone
Now 50 Grand's in the room and Legion of Doom
And if you sayin' Def
I keep my eyes on the prize
'Cause ain't nobody killin' me I be the Big Gangsta
From up North no pain no gain
Nigga fuck the fame slide
for these kids as victims
Fuck the system
You give a kid 30 cent and think you sponsor somethin'?
I feed a village by myself nigga compton comin'
Purge
up like 50 Cent
But all I knows the dolla
And all I know is guala
It's a shame to see a boy
Blinded by bein a balla
Y'all think that I'm a villain
Cent's vest
From G-Unit, all I need is three unit's
Can't see me
But I'm the illest cat you seen do this
I be movin’ with disciples
And you a pre-Judas
bitch
Glock by my cock I’m usin' this shit
Cut from a cloth by Tommy and shit
Come to my house I’m darin' you niggas I’m killin' you niggas I’m poppin'
Whoa! 50 Cent g-Unit! yeah!
You want beef wit me take a
Number and get in line
You want pairs with me I pop
Ya top off with the nine
You mad at me
Who fail at takin' it to rhyme degrees
Man, you know them whack poems get no play in our homes (nah, man)
You need to not get nappy with me
Or else
round every night, ran the streets like a red light
You couldn't tell me nothin, I was (too damn hype)
Lack of a mad trap and constantly stackin
be chains are us
I got work from the groupies that I
Heard 'em with the cool jeep we'll kill 'em
Iceberg with the furs on the snoopy
You got a Benz, I
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you
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