Lyrics:
50 Cent
Ooh Yeah
Diamonds dancing Janet Jackson
Ooh Yeah
Rhythm Nation serving patients
Ooh Yeah
Fire medicine gas heaven sent
Ooh Yeah
Dranking
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
committin homicides and drive-bys
livin with ?????
but still slanging that fuckin pie
and got more bitches than you
so what the fuck you
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
yay
Dem Boyz got purp, Dem Boyz got haze
Dem Boyz got glocks, Dem Boyz got K's
Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid
(Young Jeezy)
If its
that shit I can't see
[Chorus: x2]
I had many dreams of being a star in the NBA
But they got thrown away when I saw them slingin yay
I put
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then come with me
I got this game on lock yo jogging up the block for a 50 cent taco
Knock yo ass out the box so quick
You better check yo bitches purse I think she got
a pack and bring it back, don't come up short
'Cause any day can be your day, so don't play
Yay got the yay, Fame got the **, okay
You scared, get
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 Niggas That Ain't Neva' Had Nuthin Start Doin Strange Thangs
They Say I Must Like Beef, 'cause 50 Got 50 Enemies
But If They Fight Him, They Gotta Fight
to say that they own to ya
So it's time to move on to real estate
And get cake selling big estates
(I'm tha King)
I'm King of the South now but it's fifty
to being broke now
For the ones in our circle that we hold down
Keep the squares over there by the broke crowns
No face paint shorty we don't do clowns
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
vocab that's apart
Took her to the movies I don't know if she's the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
to say that they own to ya
So it's time to move on to real estate
And get cake selling big estates
(I'm tha King)
I'm King of the South now but it's fifty
the shooter
[Verse One: 50 Cent]
I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out
Find out shit is real when I'm at you with that thang out
Cause all kind of commotion
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
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
nigga
Same one that used to move the yay nigga
AK's in his heyday, nigga
Benz coupe, wood frames, low fade, nigga
Got the cubans, got the boats, got
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
The Hustle don't stop, Hustle don't quit
Got a "Hustlers Ambition", like, 50 Cent
Want the, "Finer Things", in this, life I live
So I'll, grind til I
to say that they own to ya
So it's time to move on to real estate
And get cake selling big estates
(I'm tha King)
I'm King of the South now but it's fifty
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