Lyrics:
cent.
Lekker naar Zuid-Frankrijk,
dat zijn we zo gewend.
De euro, de euro, de euro,
een fluitje van een cent.
Een fluitje van een cent, euro euro
die
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I love it
From
stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (it's 50)
And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (yeah)
If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off,
stunt if you want and yo' ass'll get rolled on (it's 50)
And it feels like my flow's been hot for so long (yeah)
If you thinkin' I'ma fuckin' fall off,
to blow a bitch allowance
We know them niggas tellin' but we hustle harder (hustle harder)
I was born to kill, I pray I die a martyr (die a martyr)
You
I looked down in there
It was was only a dream, I knew
I knew it was new
It was only a dream
I knew it was true
I die
Things come true
I die
They do
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
gonna eat, man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's little punk ass thinkin' out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game,
gonna eat, man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's little punk ass thinkin' out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game,
to sanitize
I'm coming in fully automatic it's time to sterilize
C M R
We heading up
I moved down south
But near the apps
I still got ties
I live by a code
I
Motherf***in' T.R.U.
Soldier til I die, f*** it I won't cry
Look my ENEMY, in the eye
F*** every n**** that ain't real, cause we bout it
And if I have
pienk by die see, Boys High war cries and friends who live on beer
Skree vir Sundowns, the sky's the limit, 80 vir Engels in matriek, flippin legitimate
Spurting, Spiritual, Lyrics
Like the Holy Koran
N****s get Shook Like 5-0
My 4-5 gun is next to me when we ride
Plus Survival
Money Making plans
Pistol
that bennigans
Timmy 21 to my competition
I’m a stomp em
In some timberlines
As a youngin listened to 50 cent
Get rich or die trying
Story telling
I live
Mansion acre got a hunnid M's
Migo my family we got some unity
Believe in loyalty hit you with choppas
Fuck with the quarter be
We got more
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
Huh?
We come from the trenches, nigga
Trap, trap (woo)
Same fit for a week straight (grrt)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fifty-cent cake, now, we eatin'
Cent
By the time your new recording is all complete
Odds are fifty-fifty, it's obsolete
Now there's a half-pint dude with a saxophone
Blowin'
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be best friend
If relation will you be my rider to the end
Confessions
to the sky like "Why? Oh, Lord"
Live by the knife, die by the Western, that's the question for Moe, boy
Didn't make it out, was always dancin', they couldn't
lives until we die
It's all about the money
Money, money, money, money
It controls your mind and it controlling mine
Dirty dollars fill their pockets
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