Lyrics:
Their rindin hard to catch that heard but they ain't caught em yet
Cause they got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
On horses snortin fire
so Crispy
And imma need that by Monday
Shot out Out to 50
Who you thought it was
Most hated who you gotta love
Lit like a forest fire
Electric
Im
contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
[50 Cent]
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
Everybody know
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
to sell ya Dayton off the GTA
Got to get me hustle get me scratch every day
Mini me say wa the ma jackin' mothafucker slingin' yay
Come again now
Me me
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Oh, but two hours of pushin' them brooms
Buys
greenbacks
I'm in love with them dollars
I'm in love with them 20s 50s 100s
Don't eat just holla look
I'm in love with that money
I'm in love with that kitty
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
they don't make no more)
I get you clipped in the name of war (let's go)
I get you hit by somebody that you was with on the day before
Yeah, I ain't
If 50 Cent wasn't making TV shows
These niggas wouldn't know how to be gangster
Free all of my niggas who locked in them chains
And free all of my
up like 50 Cent
But all I knows the dolla
And all I know is guala
It's a shame to see a boy
Blinded by bein a balla
Y'all think that I'm a villain
freak, had to cut my other lil' bitch off (heh, heh, ooh, ooh, lil' bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk
20K, that ain't shit
Here comes that guy in his stripped down Model A
And he says, ?Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my
that first marijuana tape
Guess I got a chronic case
And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face
I know this time Paul and Dre,
it but preach the word of telling my people to spend ya money wisely don't be obscured
By some things that depreciated like what like a home to open
wish death on me, I feel like "50 Cent"
She a gold digger, that pussy a metal detector
Yeah, the shit I got on cost about, fifty yen
That's the thousand,
motion
Had to switch the beat up again
No fifty cent in this church we got many men
I pray again every time that I just sin again
I need the grace, need
again (Nope)
They be talking bout the crimes that ain't really a flex
Cuz ya brother dropped dimes he was put to the test
Heard it thru the grapevine got
cutthroat like that, nigga, I got it out the mud
That's on gang
(Keise On Da Track)
MO-motherfuckin'-3
Down by the river (that river)
That's where I
dick
You think they want hands in the fire, I pull up drum in a stick
Imagine I sold 50 pounds first time I got rich
Fuck 2 cents, need no answers for
of town want a
Half a brick of yay'
I'm Ice Cube in the pot, nigga, yeah, yeah
Compress that bitch, wrap it with duct tape
I wish I'd be able to see that
if your rear view shaking and your seats vibrating 24 inch jays got the
Chevrolet shaking
[Chorus:]
Money, hoes, cars and clothes, that's how all
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