Lyrics:
In these veins I'm running ice, I'm so nifty
I don't give 2 cents, I give 50
The bigs made way for me to be legendary
Don't even doubt it
We getting
(flash)
We don't sell drugs (nah)
We get paid off the pension
Niggas lack presents like broke kids on Christmas (they broke)
The wish list was filled
But
lovin' it
Carve a smile on his face now what's funny bitch
I laugh at my opps we ain't duckin' shit
I put one in his face like he 50 cent
I knock out all
for him
No HNDRXX I'm too toxic for all of them
One bad bitch and she fucking on many men
I guess that her pussy on 50 cent
And she back around and it's
lady
Still can't tell if you hate me baby
You tell me what I wanna hear baby
You ruin shit, you turn to me and blame me
I don't need your fifty cents
on some leverage
Bunch of super teenies all up in the fridge
50 cent for a big burst and a bag of chips
There was a lot to think about but nothing happening
in the back, with the Mac (Uh)
I can't fuck with you
Who the fuck are you (Nah)
You ain't gang
You really can't hang
Hit you with a bang
Then we gone
I’m Too shifty
Keep it a buck I’m too fifty
Homie who get me?
Guess I’m starting to make cents/sense now
I’m still a Giant when I’m bent down
You
complaints if someone pays for me take my ass south
Highway 1 to Gastown
I-5 till I hit the 101
I have to drive aggressive while I'm playing 50 Cent
I'm
full nigga lets go check for check
Stuff them hundreds in my Ksubi jeans it hurt to take a step
Your bitch see me in the club, want me like I'm 50 cent
my bleeder
Situations get situated
Niggas gon' get caught through a endoscope
Niggas shaded
I was tryna play doctor, only have 50 cent on me
Nigga
shit, maybe I'm on my 50 cent
I mean I have taken 9 shots, one more and hold the rocks
Like Pat Tillman, I'll put this 40 on your chest
I'm Sia with
rich or Die trying he was discussing it
He ain't have 50 Cent but he had a fucking vest
We not suppose to question God then who we question God
All
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
A just the sweet sweet sensi
Yuh know
Yeh I, yeh I
Nah, nah, nah, nah, now (so wha?)
Finally the herbs come around
The high grade weh mi ah
A just the sweet sweet sensi
Yuh know
Yeh I, yeh I
Nah, nah, nah, nah, now (so wha?)
Finally the herbs come around
The high grade weh mi ah
quit, suck on a dick, jackass
I'm done with this wack-ass rap, kiss my Black ass!
(Fuck this)
(50 Cent)
Nah, Em, tell them to kiss my Black ass,
i'm 50 cent
Yeah on my own can't phone a friend
Be careful who you represent
Opinions you can't reprimand
Fill yo bag with some hunnid bands
But little
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
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
in your boss
And then caught me a lil' bitty fifty (fifty ball)
I bought a 'Cat with a wide body back
Take it out to burn out, and go fishin'
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
to hear some grown folks music, I'm not knocking hip-hop, it's cool
It's just that in our case there's a time and place for 50 cent and Ja-Rule
Verse :
[50 Cent]
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
Everybody know
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