Lyrics:
no license
We going up fast this sh*t perfect timing
They ask who it is just tell em it's mine b*tch
Want a mansion just to say that's it mine
Want
what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it
do one more game of counting by fives on our fingers
This is a long one, keep going
Get set, ready, go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50, 55,
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
in it?
Is it bright lights
With a bunch of gimmicks?
Is it real life?
Cause in mine, you're missin'
You cried for me
But previously
Was messed up
ask James Cagney
He beat up on a guy when he found he was a fagney
Cagney is a favorite he is my boy
He don't jive around he's a real McCoy
Chuck D
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
that sh*t to me
See me by myself and never say that sh*t to me
Internet got em looking tough but they just acting though
I don't know why you playing
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
My POV is POE America Iʼm your child. Case by case each situation if its f_ _k ya then itʼs strong. I been making decelerations they think this sh_t
the bigger picture (truss)
G-Wagen wanna cop my sister
Find solitude then I search inner (truss)
Real life struggle this is not Insta (real sh*t)
Yeah
We
average (That's real)
It gets dangerous when all I see is jealousy (All I see is Jealousy)
Inhaling trees to balance out my energy
Cause I'm a Fucking
is my last day me I need the stars with wraith
Playing dumb is how I ride but I ain't never ever gonna let sh*t slide
Parents gave me rules to life
but it came with power now I feel like 50 cent
Mama told me never fall in love with a b*tch but if I do then good luck with it
Alot of these rappers
is homie, La Cosa Nostra
I won't stop 'til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, motherfuckers
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love
is homie, La Cosa Nostra
I won't stop 'til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, motherfuckers
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love
leaning on the fence
Tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster
Real big wheel when a gun is in his
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
buzzing by word of that mouth, then they wanna hang around like apostrophes
But I don't tell these Ni**as sh*t, cuz they always gotta lot to say
If you skim
they represent
This a heads up, you're funniest friend needs to vent
Get rich or die trying
I'd still give you my last 50 cent
To be Superman
You also
thing I can motherfuckin' tell you on some real G shit
Is to stay focused and let these niggas know you still the
Realest nigga alive
You could see
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