Lyrics:
why? Niggas hit me
They call me 50, my AKA is two-gun-Charlie
Find me up at four in the mornin' to catch me a body
Waitin' for you in yo' projects by
(50 Cent)
Might just fuck the nigga bitch
I ain't got shit to do (yeah, I can)
Gotta put my shit on DND soon
As I hit the booth (Hit the booth)
Why you
title, yo, you'll be alright
You stand below the plateau I stand on
You want my faction to put the man on
I Shake'n'Bake and break the laws of gravity
out my back, made a sword
Had some things that I couldn't afford
Now I focus on things that I got
And the things that I got, how me focus some more
Yo
out their names and niggas still ain't wanna [?]
Lu probly tell me Trouble you gotta put the mack down
Feelin' these all in your background
Said this is
on his sports
Talk back I'll leave ya jacked, rap format, I'm hostile
Wild out for snakeness equals foul
General G, blowin Dutches in the train
with that left and right Hook like I'm Mike Tyson
Fifty cent i'ma get rich or die trying
Cause I had 8 shots
Every shot I took
A veteran at 17
They think
don't invite in, but since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10"
I told him I could move like 10 by nights end
Put the white over the plate, like
mate just the pie and the Gatorade, that's it'
Cheers
Just trying to fuel up so I can scrape by
Get my two and five in my Gatorade and pie
Hungover
that I'm dope dealin'
I'm still in bed, four fifty-four in the mornin'
Me and my hoe yawnin'
And there goes the bill on the noon, and yo it don't stop
yeah
I'm
Back in this bitch with a little bit of henny
Took your bitch and she brown like a penny
Grant my wish make me feel like Timmy
Or Harry
My
Wassup nigga? Where you bout to go nigga?
Oh yeah? To the store?
Aite here nigga, bring me some Doritos
You can't put 50 cent more to it?
You know
up on the gas, I gotta big ol' Lac
A nigga comin down with blue and purple
Comin down with a 5th in the back
And Im feelin so true
Got much love for my
they can't fuck with me
Ran up the score, check the board, dawg
We up fifty (We up fifty)
All that ho shit you pulled? Stuck with me
Made a hundred by
& ran with it
A murder must be committed
Now the kidnap got to go down
In other words I got to steal him
Then put the pistol to his grill &
Cock
ass, to get slid
Put that on my mama (mama), I put on for my town
Put that thang up to yo' melon, and put your ass in the ground hol' up
[Repeat:
two cents in/and got a quarterback
Penny pinching, struggling for a living, but I ain't running back
I'm on a mission, on the road to riches, in
whipped, this shit is ridiculous
Shoutout to 50 Cent, man (let the Bandplay)
Huh?
Say you a gangster, but you ain't never shot nothin'
How you
gotta press ah button
You got some dead mans, Ain't no 50 Cent Im talm bout Many Men
Reel em In, Big watch on my wrist I feel like Ben 10
This ah
Back in the days when I was young
I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish
I was a kid again
Back in the days when I was young
I'm not
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue Steel, Blue Vest
He Dead, You Next
Put A Couple Holes In A Hoe
Let A Nigga Know He 'Bout To Go
Put The Pump Right
to the team 'cause she old news (she old news)
Tryna make a hundred M's using Pro Tools (bags)
In a Maybach and I'm laid back (21)
Put a bullet hole (yeah)
Ooh, hold on nigga, Glock on a toaster
That mean the Glock got a magazine
Nigga put a hole in a nigga
Sum like a Krispy Kreme, donut
And we 'bout
who got the funk? (We got the funk)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, yo, well, I got the weed (we got the blunt)
I never sniffed, I used to puff woolas in the jam
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