Lyrics:
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
critically acclaimed muthaf-cker
Around the World, I’m 1 of 1
There will never be another me
I’m a perfectionist striving for perfection
50 Cent, fuck with me,
Ring ding didididing
Better call my phone
Ring ding didididing
Better call my phone
My phone ring ding didididing
Mi nah fifty cent
But di one yah many
the fam struggling to
Even Make a cent
Why u thinking like that
U will rot in the back
Of a cop car
Fast life but u never seem to go far
Steel bars next
my spliff, get high as towers
50 Cent get rich, won't die without it
Rockin' thousand dollar trousers
I took a L dawg, I took a L dawg
They thought I
open-air, Tokyo to Delaware
Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked
You know I want way more than I already got
Give me a song with Eminem and 50
Damn Eclxpse you back with another one
Yeah
Nah nah nah nah
I I I Yi
(Time)
Yeah
(I'll still be yours, you'll still be mine)
Still be mine
Yeah
It
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
Aye, cus
This ain't no football tune you know
Nah, man hold tight Skepta for this one
Eskiboy (Woo) , Scorcher, Littles
Aye, London
This ain't no
(intro)
Yo
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
rung me up
Orange juice $3.29, Croissants $4.85
She sniffed, Butter 89 cents
She sniffed, Strawberries $1.50 a pint
She sniffed, and sniffed,
day I was beat by a hater
Couldn't rub two cents, couldn't hold paper
Now when I step in the booth I slay ya
I'm a superstar, I'm like Lucifer
I burn
TERRO 3000 - LIFE IS NOT AN EASY ROAD
Written by Clifford Hall; Damian Hall; Nigel Whitefield Free World Music Ltd. (PRS)
INTRO
Terro Woah
Tell me
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
I am a, two hours of pushin' broom buys
Paddy no go rush
Life nah turn by turn
Obs Dey very important
Shebi nah we we we
This same me me
Wey dem say Dey no wan see
Thanks to jah for the blessing
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
biddies
Homie slide through and i only charge em 50
Yeah, I might just go blow some O's
I just feel that right to my dome
All this time that I spent alone
50 Cent uh lloyd Banks uh (yeah)
Young Buck uh (uhu) game nigga, G-Unit
It's easy man it's easy man
Ayo, I switch my hustle, no more dice games
Ain't ducking shit but 5-0 niggas know I got that fire on
Ain't fighting shit but cases nigga all my opps could die slow
Hell nah that ain't my bitch but
I'm 50 Cent
I'm riding round in the drop top
Wit a hundred rounds
In the pop pop
You running round in a crop top
Tryna get a follow for ya Instagram
I'm
centipedes
And mind, I'm still in context, I'm just like 50 Cent indeed
Get rich or die trying, and my niggas, they'd kill for me
I've been always this good,
verlangsamt mein Atmen
Ich weiß heute merk ich nich wie ich einschlafe ey yuh
Cola rum in meim Cup
50 Prozent geb ich nich ab
In meiner Stadt connected so wie
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