Lyrics:
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
touch em im sendin da blitz book us a show and we brangin da sticks got some bloods wit me but some of em bangin da 6 he was jus talkin no he aint on shit
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long
hot
For me me me baby by by by ooh
Girl your not the same, your in love with t-pain
And I cant play this game anymore I wanna keep on jumping around
Yeah it's 50 look you need me man
You need me i mean you hate me
But you need me
Cuz I got the best product man
I mean look, it's pure, it's pure
Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil' BG's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me, personally, playboy, I don't give a fuck
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
this juice
'til my hands get heavy, and my pants get loose.
I gave 50 cents but all they got was bad news
Seems the odds are stacked against me, and so
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
cents
So now we count by tens
Are you ready to begin
It goes 10, 20 30, 40, 50, 60, 70 80, 90, a dollar
It goes 10, 20, 30 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 90, 2
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
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
This point niggas ain't catchin' up, get over that
Touch me and we make you an organ donor
Boy, we over-strapped
Count the money by myself
I
Remember when I middle manned them saccs I pinched
Now they know I'm da plug they buy it by da zip
Nigga I could touch a band off 50 cent
I Don't feed into
Long waits, patdowns, (don't touch me)
Comin thru thru the background
& not nan n***a my buddy
Everybody wanna Love me, funny
Enemies switch so quick
stomach like enzymes
Make a bad bitch touch it no busta rhymes
I'm balling in public with hang time
I ain't 50 cent but I got five dimes
The money be
think I'm gon' touch down immediately
Yeah
Lately, everybody feelin' me
And I'm just feelin' all the energy
Lately, I been workin' hard
Just like
were getting high
Nou ke blaya music bang posta who am I
I'm the ghetto God touch down in P Town ketwa K9
Hey
My demons are Siding with me
50 cent
I'm up next
Only been a year
Still clapped back
Ain't talkin chairs
I'm like 50 cent to the 3rd power
Trust me you don't wanna take me There
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