Lyrics:
mine
Surrounded by my angels and we all shine
Holy, holy, holy, holy key
And I'mma celebrate it for a long time
The drama couldn't break me, now it's
Can't take no hand out not by no niggas
I count G-Unit not 50 Cent
Nigga broke as shit
Could pay your rent
I'm balling hard
Gray Iverson
Braids up in
the lob
She eat dick corn on the cob
Did his bid got hit with fraud
Nigga diss know how that end
Save her name as 50 Cent lil bitch got hit by many men
Oh
I told her mayne, mayne tryna fuck this hoes like 50 outta town
New goals (han)
Wave, wave, wave, new goals
Wave, wave, wave, new goals
Wave,
shit
Big fish in the water
Surrounded by piranhas I got rich off marijuana
I'm on my whale shit
I'm fat like riches
Big Willie, crib cost 10 milli
What happened to niggas who said they had my back
Like, yeah, what happened to that
I'm in the raq surrounded by all these killers
I still be
life yellin fuck love
Aye Don't you start no shit you won't get fucked up
Know I'm one of them ones
So I'm surrounded by love
While surrounded by thugs,
the telephone game Instead of checking facts
You ended up spreadin' a rumor that was started by a rat
Stupid bitch
Tried help a rat 50 Cent me
Yeah
You fell for
Hoes on my dick, I don't know what to do
I'm the pilot, she ate on this cockpit
Took her to Randlemen, surrounded her ass with some chopsticks
Glock 29
some young niggas in my city,
Don't got one cent ride with the fifty
It's some young niggas in my city,
Get all the hundreds and get all the fifties
Get
to it
I know some hoes be trippin' on the low, I'm too used to it
Really got it by my lonely, they refusin' it
Remember when they want me dead, back
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
to the wind trying to know down these pins
He'll keep swinging from the hair above his chin
Till he finds his soul in the fifty cent bin
The price
dividends feeling like 50 cent
Gotta keep that heater cuz I'm hated by so many men
Haterz they smile and grin, like they your fucking friend
Some of'em play
Check it out, 1996
Bitches still sucking on dicks
Hoes just, tripping man
Choosing they men by what kinda cars they drive
What kinda keys you
Trailer for sale or rent, 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
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
like Ben 10 yeah
Or I'm like 50 Cent bulletproof hated by many men men men
She like to sing along to my songs I be like yeah yeah yeah
You gotta come
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
to be someone
Ember why are you drowning
In the fire that keeps us surrounded
You can burn out or rise in flames
Ember it's all in the way
You take day by
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is
fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
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