Lyrics:
Khaki's and them Tim's, and them niggas with the platinum mouths
Thinkin' that they blessed by the actions that be comin' out
When you in Magic City, you be
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm
car was the fastest
Young nigga be dropped dead
Super fresh mane put you in a casket
I aint really with the run around
On that bullshit show me where
and run 'em down
Pull a stock out that K
Throw a hundred rounds
Won't stop 'til your box lowered underground
Put you in the urn, your bones will burn
years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one
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
to fuckin' get up
Holla niggaz names on records, that shit is played out
But holla mine in your next line, and get laid out
[50 Cent - Chorus 2]
My jewels
Look at the diamonds in my watch
I was that nigga trapping on the curb
Remix a nigga throw a nigga a curve
I put my bitches to work
I put my pistol
and we're gonna make it through
And we can accomplish everything we put our minds to
Because there's nothing in this world that we can't do
Now when times get
chrome put holes in me, fuck that nigga
If you don't hit me up and I get another chance nigga
That's that ass nigga, and you could trust that nigga
I
The Mic Tour, 50 Cent, jay Z
That's what everybody talkin' 'bout
In the street, you know what I mean
Ashanti, what's the matter baby? You lookin'
Like
It's Just Different
Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve
Put in that work, work, work, work, work, work, work
Go head and shoot, shoot, shoot,
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
I got a bunch of paper I
station in Jamaica
Queens zach Fink Ny1 50 cent:
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50
Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want
I'm ten toes I ain't ready to drop
I put the dope in the Water like it's ready to lock
I left the trap now I'm ready to floss
I hit that pussy like I'm
Smurf
We don't wanna hear them 2006 bars
That you got for Surf
I'll put ya mom to work head back
Mouth open she tryin' to drive the boat
Why? For thinkin'
option around here
Know what I'm talking about
I put in work for the gang and you know it
I'ma young shotta I work that choppa
These niggas know it yeah
money Broke niggas can't get fifty cent from me
Play wit in da pussy I play wit Da digital
Plays on da way Gotta pay individual
Paving da way Parking
like water whip
Minc
Yo
I'm hot as ice when it's 40 below zero nigga
I'm tryna' turn 2 cents into a kilo niggas
Cus in the hood that can make me like
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
in it
Blowin' smoke up out the roof from the trees that I'm spliffin'
Youngin' got the game on lock
I'm on top its a shame y'all not
You a lame put
fifty-cent lovin' round here
round here [x5]
fifty-cent lovin round here
You can tell me that you're sorry til you face turns blue
Oughta go out with your
our faces when you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit
[50 Cent]
Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco
Betta than soso the games in
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go
50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt
The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
Discuss these put that work in by 50 cent Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In