Lyrics:
up the rental[00:32.93]Don't take her to Ruth's Chris we eating at wimbos[00:34.87]Pussy be sitting so I wanna hit her[00:36.58]I wanna fuck again she
the automatic
Paper towels in the public restrooms
But that's me I guess
So I been low riding while bumping 50
50 times a day &
Spending 50 cents on a bummy drink
Still fuck them niggas
I know the lane nigga
I know the pain nigga
I know the fame
Still fuck them niggas
Shh, nigga
Yeah, we chillin' with them
still one
Love, that's 50/50
Or a hundred at a time
Love, love, love, love
That's 50/50
With both of us this time
Love, love, that's 50/50
the scene and cold dean naw lean (naw lean)
Stay clean mug alwayz mean (mug mean)
Still ride with the red bean team (bean team)
Still post it up still same
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, rock, blows,
Late
Walk 8 Miles to be Rabbit that day
Get Rich Or Die Tryin’ my bank account had 50 Cent
Dwayne Carter had me on some Nino shit
But I had Common
know, it makes your day to watch me tear up for you
I'm still hopeless, & think I can get through to you
& that's what we call 50 shades of pain
When
ice up on my chain
They started skatin' on me since a youngin' got the fame
But I be stackin' paper, I be stayin' in my lane
We ridin' Porsches in
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 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
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
hands where my eyes can see
Yo, everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was
50, Tweezy, Obie,
livin? trendy on pennies, I cop plenty Fendi
Vivienne Westwood, I'm good
Get the whole Trump Tower top floor for the hood
Dre and Cool, we ridin? heavy
jails down here
Why you act like you don't hear me? Young Noble
Outlaw 'til these motherfuckers kill me, I'm still breathin'
How we was raised, "Fuck
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
(Bin Laden)
That how we move Migo Gang, XVL millionaire
(M&M)
Don't be offended 'cuz I
Move like a lieutenant
I move in silence dawg
Unless a nigga
on the Westside
Nigga (Ridin', ride on, what we be?)
We ballin', ha! For real, for real
Fo' real, I gotta bust the blue steel
Cowards hit the panic button
Thinkin'
come across never took loss cause she leaving better
Winners win momma told me to get the dividends, and I did
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent
I'm a young nigga, go by the name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I issue
And when my heart got broke by a mill, I had to go in
Ooh, I likey, likey, like, Diamonds shinin' in my eyes
Tell me you wanna be mine
My rhymes, gonna feed
rounds, niggas know where we at (brr, brr, yeah)
My coke be the best, talk no steps (uh-huh, ah)
Headshot took off, soulless
ridin
Top blew the guts, doors goin suicidin
Stuff in the wood nigga know we gon' kill that
Blow it in the air boy bet he gon' feel that
Purp and yellow,
[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot
cents
I get commas in my checks
You get tattoos on your neck
Had to make a little flex
Trust in the process is gonna be next
We be grinding til the music
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