Lyrics:
and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny's, I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent, I got a job for your father
I'm tryna help with the rent, I came up from
Hello, how you doing?
I can give you good massage
I can be your everyting, you give me fifty bucks
If you no say nothing, I can give you
the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly
Respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You got your own '96 somethin' to ride
And keep
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,
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
can't
New hater, new song
It's a pay advance
Tryna lay in France
Fifty thousand dollar mattress
Girl by my side wearin' Fenty Savage
Woah
Why is he
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
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
all to fight
We're all sensitive
Don't lie like you ain't
Cause by the night
You'll definitely be ranting bout somethin' you hate
And complaining
all night
Schoolboy you better School ya boy
Hit you wit the ruler boy
I'm the new 50 cent I will
Fucking Ja rule ya boy
Chillin to Shabba Ranks
Fo're I
Be like yo, let me ask you somethin
I wanna know, I wanna know who you are
MosBrown skin lady, hey hey
TalibYes
MosWhere you goin
TalibThis goes
history of hip-hop
From way way back
(His martha gupa's?) Hip-Hop Father
Charlie Ahern Wild Style
And 50 Cent's Fifty and More
I used to read this to my
the problems
She ont care bout smog, she got niggas that solve em
She fly to LAX, wit 29 cents in her checkin
God damn what is this flexin? livin life with no
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
in the New York rhyme
Better kiss that ass goodbye, when I'm passin' by
With plastic nines to blast your eyes, right, what, nigga?
You can kiss your
to
Like this a new tune
Ooo
Tell em sit the fuck down
Or do somethin
Cuz I ain't really worried bout nun
You know you ain't bout dat life
So tell me why
Somethin' like a bad habit, we ain't have it, we gon' take it
Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers
Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me
Shorty got a ass, some for now and some for later (delicious)
Somethin' like Nicki's, dancin' like Maliah
How I'm throwin' all this money, I'ma fuck
to frisk me
Cause if you find somethin
Say somethin
Your ass will go missin
Take em to deluz rivey
Bonsall bridgey
New world order
But not in the small villy
and burn
Every time I lose, another lesson I learn
Steady payin' my dues, it's somethin' that I concern
Karma keep catchin' up on good and bad terms
Pool
farm-raised
For 50 Cent, I went to war with many men
Then slapped them with the jacket like Benny Hinn
I'm hittin' that jet fuel, you're new in the game,
Tryna get 50 cents to me
Stupid I turn into G Unit
Make em beg for mercy
Fuck juice, get a keg I'm thirsty
Walk in the VMA's while your mans rehearsing
I
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
there homeys!
My friend over here... 50 cent
He calls 'em wankstas!
Down in LA!
LA...NYC...
save a couple chicks for me.
Lemme get my car!
My nice new
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