Lyrics:
copped ice
Diamonds wetter than a whale, this shit come by the price
(Well)
Parlay
Yeah she on perfect performance, but don't need a stage
Four am in
(burn), I'ma let that shit burn (burn)
Let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire (oh God), I'm only gettin' higher (swerve)
Fifty racks all in
with Donald Trump (oh)
I don't take nothin' too personal, play 50 Cent, I'ma Kurtis Blow
Gold grill and a greasy 'fro, no peace to the PDO
I like
& beg, the hoe to buy the new 2k
I'm the type to fuck a bitch, and buy a bottle of Dusse (free Trey)
M&M's, I'm on 8 Mile, shoutout 50 Cent
Shawty say she
shit for a decade
From the Boom-Bap to the Trap, I let my shits cascade, listen, yeah, yeah
So what's the dilly, pass the Phillie, get silly, that's
the store and we both get 50 cent cakes
You heard what I said in that new shit I say
If you can't break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was
50 cent, uh llod banks, uh
Young Buck, uh game Nigga' G-Unit
Haha it's easy man, it's easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle
No more dice games dillemas
always told me nigga watch where you play
Niggas gon snitch, niggas gon switch almost everyday
Lil nigga had to come from nothing
No shoes, shit was really
block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find
hatin its beef I'm cookin
Who claim the best Cause that spot be tooken
This music shit be the crack I'm pushin
If the 50s come then I'm Reggin Bush'n
arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 cent with bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go
"Niggas bit
Let's play a game, call catch a bitch
How you play?
Well diss me nigga and catch a fist
You playin'? Ooo, I know you didn't expect
A nigga to catch wreck
Ya'll niggas want to get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you want
This is that Porche GT shit
That Baltimore G shit
That body bag, dope fiend dead off OD shit
Fish scale cookin' I'm Chef-Boyar-50
I get my hands on that
a heavy smoker
I let the little thottie hit this shit, she's a heavy choker
Gambling with you life nigga, we could play heavy poker
I got a Ruger with
listening
But thats my young slime
I swear that I'll kill for him
I flip that boy for 50 cent I'm screaming many men
You ain't my brother I don't love you I
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
fifty dollars for a T-shirt"
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch shit
I call
shine I got too much charisma
Stop that shit boy too much tippin
Opp just got cracked too much slipping
I'm in the Carter wit RodKnot
Nigga play both
Let's get down to business
I ain't got no time to mess around what is this?
New shit coming through; I ain't got no time to mess around
We coming
I
the bag that's the biggest the most out the lesser
Keep a big 40 cent copped on my dresser I fuck with that metal
Hundreds and fifties my po got some
who ain't put in no work and say marry me
Free him out the pen, got many years behind you a married man
Like 50, lost my Cents, I done talked to many
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