Lyrics:
go in!
Long way from Edwards Cleveland daycare center, I attended, as a kid.
In Albany houses, Brooklyn, building Fifty Cent killed in.
Never wasting,
Turf with that work (Hey)
I'm going hard for
work
And that bitch you're calling your wifey
I make her work
If them bands happen to come up short
I make it work
If them bricks happen to come up short
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,
fifty thousand just to stand around
What it's worth
Tell me what it's worth
I came from the dirt, know I put in work
Like I'm A$AP Ferg, like I'm
taking nine shots 50 Cent
Ooh Yeah
Diamonds on me dancing Janet Jackson
I really got them packs in to make it happen
I prolly put some food on one of you
than fifty shades of grey)
Livin' in a house of blues (livin' in a house of blues)
Takin' it day by day (takin' it day by day)
Livin' any way I choose
[50 Cent]
Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake
to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room"
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
on that ass
But I won't put our shit on blast
Work it like a pro pro pro
Sit and watch it go go go
Do her thing all on the floor
She bounce it fast
back lemme' talk my shit
Rolling up good gas hot box in the minivan
Dolla 50 heaven cent got shottas like many men
And you know how we trappin'
Ain't no
Diamonds worn by everybody thats in my click
Man, I got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist
My nigga Baby gettin' a special built machine
a train on these pussy boy asses
I run this shit
I run that shit
Pull a fifty rack flight first class shit
I'm a real top shotter in a coupe
It's a lot
into a key call that a double up
Word to MT with the work we playing double Dutch
The plug love me cus ion cuff I put that money up
Lemme shit talk about
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
part of it is me being in the
Studio all of the time and you know
A huge passion of mine is to be able to
Take it to the streets
Getting that sort
unless he want one in the tooth
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many
Machete
I done told yah I stay ready
Man I'm still throwing confetti
Don't you ever compare me
I'm a G up in this Unit like
50 Cent n Shady
G Unit
G
or Lacey
It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby
You put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy
Put a hole through your front and your back, maybe
But
that's how we be makin' it (fifty million)
And I came up out the red clay, it ain't no debatin' it
And I got diamonds in the face, you can feel
with a 50 in pocket
And nah ain't talking bout no cents
Aye
My young n***** creepin', they lurking (On god)
Hell nah ian buying her no burkin (Hell nah)
I put your bitch in the Birkin, I told her to work it
I think she deserve it (hey)
I throw that money, she pick it up urgent (hey)
I'ma put couple
(for real)
Dope fiend beggin' for a dollar from me (what?)
But all I got is fifty cents for a cigarette (here)
Landlord in my apartment knockin'
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