Lyrics:
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent; can I live
Winners win said I couldn't, then I did again and again
I'm a winner I got through it; no excuses
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you a problem
I'm a pimp tight, nigga ridin clean after midnight,
Ready for the gun play, prepared for a fistfight,
Run up on your bitch and ask her what that
match no biggie one little stone hit but he caught 50
Fighting with my sword and my ammo got plenty
Like a two edge sword word of God cut deeply
Cant tell
is bent
Count up every cent
You want money
It get honey
Don't get bitchy
That's suspicious
I wanna do what I wanna do
But ma's rent don't get paid by
(50 Cent)
Might just fuck the nigga bitch
I ain't got shit to do (yeah, I can)
Gotta put my shit on DND soon
As I hit the booth (Hit the booth)
Why you
Diablo's
That Eminem money got cash in my Escrow
Screws ???? swimmin' in my Castro
Yay' rap is crack, and I got the best blow, best flow
Banks' put me in
of the gun,
Rocket propelled grenades blow you away if you front,
We got no police ambulance or fire fighters,
We start riots by burning car tires,
They
fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you
label me a real one
(Boy50)
Oh, oh, throwin' all them shots like I didn't catch it
Put a condom on that dick around that Glock, they'll know I'm well
everywhere burst two seconds
Yay yay yay
Them nor want make I taste the money
But oluwa give me testimony
I count my blessing
One by one
See all the things wey
I was born bleeding
Rotten spam we'll mark ham like York Region
This the documentary on how we do it
The game's making fifty cents to fifty g's for my
love it
From Washington to Franklin whether grinding or ganking
Getting money gives a sensation that leaves me captivated
Fascinated by the thought
to get it got to get it
[50 Verse]
This is heroin medicine that morphine flow
My gun go off nigga and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound 3n57
tryna blame the fire (fire) but that's like wettin' water (water)
You either burnt or washed out, so get in order (order)
Everyday it's gettin' harder
Never set a goal that I can't reach
I be reaching
I back up every word that my mouth speaks
Yay
So if you got that fire
Then I'll bring the heat
Miami
The day you left, I wonder where you went
And I am the man, like 50 cent
I love her freshest hair, like a peppermint
M.I.A
M.I.A
M.I.A
Baby, why don't you
cars, walk downs, drive-bys
Chest shots, head shots
We hop up out that cut and let it fire, fire, fire
Two cell phones ringing, I been out here serving
making fire wit my camp
I just want it now, gotta give me an advance
I was trained to go, now they know that im the man yea
More then 50 stamps
Conning
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
saw
A plowin' through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw
Yippee-I-Yay
Yippee-I-Yo
Ghost Riders in the Sky
Their brands were still on fire and thier
that ain't locked
When no one's around
I sing
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no
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