Lyrics:
reached out to you and told you what I've been through
Hook
50 Cent & Mary J.:
50 Cent:
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie
spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and four TV's"
The snitch in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by
Louis Vuitton minks, belts, bags and coats
Homie we enrich, your bitch a rug rat
That's why my waves spinnin' in that G-Unit hat
This is 50 Cent
Homie we enrich your bitch or hood rat
That's why my waves spinnin' in that G-Unit hat
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around
cake up
We put shit on layaway, then come back
We claim other people kids on our income tax
We take that money, cop work, then push packs to get paid
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
Tray pound's in
Chinatown Plug he is the shit
He hit my flip he talm bout it's my bitch
Put some work in Florida I am no Seminole
50 turned double I'm a smooth criminal
They
cents in, that's two pennies
Bet my amigos win, they ready
They offset, yeah that's plus 50
'Cause I battle men, and I'm beating many
I'll head down south
do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)
Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
clit)
[Lil' Kim + (50 Cent)]
Now put your face in it
I know you sprung off in your tongue, I know you tastin it
(Sex ain't a race) But I have a thug
flow?
You can't understand how I get my dough
50 Cent, I'm on fire 'cause Shady said so
I'm on fire (here we go now)
Everybody's in a rush to try
switch my flow?
You can't understand how I get my dough
50 Cent, I'm on fire 'cause Shady said so
I'm on fire (here we go now)
Everybody's in
swear she nicer than her face is
Nigga like me ain't got no time for Talkin
So what that mouf do besides try to be my best friend
In the morning I’ma hit
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
the nonsense
Murder One shit, that's how it get - muh'fucker what
[50 Cent]
I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red
Nigga now give up
backside
Shakin' like Lamborghini engines in the trunk
Hands down, by far,
The baddest bitch, with the biggest rear
And the way you put that ass to work
You
or die tryin like 50 cent
Yea cause it's like that foreal
Nigga hustle everyday
Cause I gotta pay the bills mane
Streets called said they need that hot
(50 Cent)
I hate when bitches act like they too good for a nigga (yea)
Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a nigga
In the club givin niggas
cake up
We put shit on layaway, then come back
We claim other people kids on our income tax
We take that money, cop work, then push packs to get paid
Here comes that guy in his stripped down Model A
And he says, ?Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my
to 'em where they pump at
12 Gauge mashberg
No shell in the head
Before you put in work, you gotta pump that
You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
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