Lyrics:
[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
fifties
Y'all old cops lost it drinkin' the scotch barfless
I don't like movies so I hit up the Box Office
You the softest I'm takin' ya honies they
song by The Fray
Cause I said it did let it live
Give me the credit like reddit
I'm throwing these subs
Like 50 cent, I'm dead or at least "many men
Will
I remember drinking 50 cent nutties
Sittin' on the stoop
Listenin' to 'Gimme The Loot'
The truths were hard and the
Lies were in abundance
Back when
the mood to bust a nigga head man
I ain't playin' ain't got no
Time for them games
Niggas lose they life all the
Time for fuckin' playin'
This is 50 Cent
the dancin'
Only live once, so I'm takin' these chances
I'ma do all that I gotta do
Go back to my hood, they say that we proud of you
Over the family, we
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
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
Tell 'em if they want it, they can come get that (Statik)
I swear I love my city, I just want less (Statik)
See me, they salute me, they ain't
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead
All these hundreds, fifties
Countin' money, til' I'm fuckin' dizzy
It's time to get busy
Aye
Now they jealous, cause I'm up now
I put a Rollie on my
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT
(UNIT, haha) , yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
And Lloyd Banks
(BANKS) , and Tony Yayo (YAYO)
Nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You
same motherfuckers on the beat gettin' major pay
But when I get my check they takin' tax out
So, we payin' for these pigs to knock the blacks out
[Intro - Lil Shade - 50 Cent]
Left left left right left
yo left left left right left
(Liiiillll Shaaadddeee)
left left left right left
yo left
plans, and it really hurts
Every time I go fishin' it'd always start me wishin'
That I could be a child again
Take my 50 cents and go down to the local
I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell
a hit
Came home did a hit again
Didnt make the news
But that shit hit citizen
I swear to god I been feelin like 50 cent
Loved by many but hated by many
my name in vain
When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame
[Chorus / Outro: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
my name in vain
When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame
[Chorus / Outro: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
all of y'all,
Somethin to be afraid of
You a bitch-ass nigga, I had you kill't
All they had was your picture at the funeral
No casket, you
keep guns we keep our shit bangin'
[Chorus]
You a bitch-ass nigga, I had you kill't
All they had was your picture at the funeral
No casket, you
walk wit a limp (I'm aight)
In the hood in L.A., they sayin', "50 you hot" (uh-huh)
They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla
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
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