Lyrics:
my main don't Act Right
Nothing to something
That's the whole goal of the shit
A penny to to a dime
A dime to 50 cent
I'm tryin to get rich
Nothing
be two dollars, 50 cents, miss"
She didn't even pretend to flinch
She just grabbed her glass
Took it straight to her lips
But I wasn't convinced
It
the roof
He landed on Mercer by Versace
Last time they see me I'll
Be shootin' out the Masi
Gucci tearaway suit's, Jesus
Make two bricks out of one
Wipe your
(60)
Let off 10 now I'm riding with 50
(Brddddd)
Spot my Vick 9 times like 50 cent
(Bow bow bow)
Just me and my pistol don't ride with many men
My young
they represent
This a heads up, you're funniest friend needs to vent
Get rich or die trying
I'd still give you my last 50 cent
To be Superman
You also
on the phone
Doin' ninety miles an hour in the fifty mile zone
They never took the time to tell you ?bout sex
So you had to learn about it in
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
You lost your common sense for a buck and fifty cents
But full of confidence so high I don't know why
I, I don't know and I don't, I don't care
I’ll stand behind this shattered glass
I feel like 50cent
I never worry
Cuz I know somethings are imminent
I guess I gave em what they needed
They ain’t
They bite piranhas and stung by the jellyfish
These ain't no All-Stars, bitch, these is Vetements
Party time excellent, pardon my excellence
Pardon my
body, play me cheap,
I got fifty cents more than I'm gonna keep.
I'm goin' let the good times roll,
Woah baby, Oh baby
And I don't care if you're
and a quarter
Just rarin' to clown
But don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more that i'm gonna keep, so
Let the good times roll, let the good
Hey, lend me fifty cents for the pay phone.
You remember me. I'm Joe Magarac.
I think I can. I think I can. God damn it, yes, I can.
And if you do, I
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
on the phone
Doin' ninety miles an hour in the fifty mile zone
They never took the time to tell you ?bout sex
So you had to learn about it in
(c'mon)[01:37.57]No I don't got it yet[01:38.80]Only matter time call it manifesting[01:41.32]All you niggas look like Ty[01:42.53]Feel like Allen I[01:43.50]Way I'm
raps
50 Cent raps I'd rather let
Eminem call me 50 niggas
Than break bread wit a
Rich nigga readin scripture
By the way, if you're Aryan
Nation - FUCK
overheard
Me
Saying things they cannot comprehend or understand like 50 cent with many men
Many men
Coming in dividends
Money trends
Raising up
on me
In the club like 50cent
With the 48 laws of power
I outsmart them cos i'm the man
Now back to the matter at hand
I feel alive cos i've seen
the world
But you stopped the nation; we still got a few good spitters left
Slim, Kendrick, Jay-Z, Dre, 50 Cent, Royce, Tech
But the new type of rap that
a nigga been
Cuz we could have a dream
To be a king and our life will be wished death upon many men
All over 2 quarters, no 50 cent
But it's really bout
but ya times up
Time to hang it up
You retiring from the game of life
You've been fired
Situation dire
Now a bunch of red eyes watch you
Songs by
surely get to 50 if he Started with four
You could surely get to 50 if You mind ya bizness
GETCHA MIND OUT THE GUTTER AS A MATTER OF FACT
IMMA HAVE
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
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