Lyrics:
Not ya friend
In this game
Ain't no friends
Supporters
Gotta pretend
Honestly
You just a man
In a fucked up sense
Cents
Gotta make your own
You
climbing up the scene
So obscene what we sense, there ain't no cents for it to me
But fuck it, I'm-a get it, 'nother dollar and a dream dream
I've been in
They have me sprayin automatics in every direction Call me Louie Loco, nut case, oh no I'm more like the kid that put the game in a chokehold You stunt
drunken gaze
Bitches still hating on you but you pay them no mind
'Cause you make more cents than they make no sense in a night, way more than a little
drunken gaze
Bitches still hating on you but you pay them no mind
Cause you make more cents than they make no sense in a night, way more than a little bit
like fifty cents
No I can not vent
To non of these girls cause these bitches love to gossip
She gone tell it to a nigga now that nigga wanna talk shit
waitin' for
After me, there shall be no more
So for one last time, nigga make some noise
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
runnin? no more
It?s gonna catch up with me baby don't stop
Get to the floor, what you waitin? for?
?Cause we could ride the beat straight to the top
war
And I'm pulling cards no dealer tables I'm flipping tables
These aint a picnic covered by the savior
The haters gon hate it the patients grow
Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charlie B 'More to deep throat (yea)
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
I love the burners, the money, the bunnies, I
about who's a bigger star, Joe, Jada or Ja?
So close but so far
So many with no start
I can't believe 50 Cent and NY fell off
Then LA came back, then
no more, it's 'bout trying to show off
And it feels like any minute the bomb is about to go off
Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no
Fifty cent, she trying to cook an ass pact with me, first off change your aspect, brain's
How can you expect me to accept, the disrespect, already
autographin' on the chest, put your bottles in the air for Ya-yo, he on house arrest, and on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West,
now, stomp, G G G G-Unit,
diseñador todo vestido balmein (balmein)
Im the man como 50 cent (50)
A tu baby la saco y se cree Kim (ajam)
Tu sabes el styling ma' nigga el drill
De
eventually ceases to
Be controlled by a fear of what
Life can bring - James Baldwin
For well over a year 50 Cent
Had been working on what
Was meant to be hist
I leave you sprung maybe
I have your head spinning sayin' 50 so crazy
I don't play no games, I don't play no games
See when I'm in that thang,
put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
gettin slaughtered
How many times you had your homie shot
By the same mutha fucker whose game came from your homies block
Niggas get caught up in the paper
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
& 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
tempo
[01:07.821] Do it all night till your back gets
[01:09.322] Sore till we just can't take it no more
[01:11.904] Girl your a*s like oh my God
proceed
Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed
I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?
With this automatic
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