Lyrics:
ain't split the 50
Cent then it's for sure
I split the cake
Wasn't much
Probably ain't fill you up
But I made sure you ate
I be tryin' to talk to God
right
Brain dead you need cents like 50
Cause won't you to love me like Bobby and Whitney
No
'Cause even if I leave alone, I'm good
And even
Now my main wifey, dead as shady chicks,
Official Lost Boyz since the year of '86
And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a passion
At times
cent tip.
But the small talk ends with Hello.
She grabs her purse, her scarf and her coat.
Joins the crowd at the bus for the morning commute.
It's
ain't gon' be genuine
Feelin' like I'm 50, dawg, I'm hated on by many men (Too Legit)
Never hurt a bitch but you fuck niggas I'll kill any them
And I
to the border
Outsmart the marshal, fuck law and order
I got by the seat of my pants
I stop to see my bitch at the Mustang Ranch
How many men can I gun down?
the faggots that'll talk about me as soon as I bounce
All your men are hating me, four door Inf. off white
With the nickels, the chip, and the clear lights
women and men.
Skeptical of fools, whose story confuse,
as usual, don’t make sense, since not true!
Refused being duped. Locked in a cage, dead in
while the guards wait,
50 cent rate for making license plates.
My papermate pen shakes
vibrates from 808 quakes
over breaks
dug outta
back
What the fuck is 50 cent is what Jigga said
Look at yourself
Even now I'm diggin up the dead
Get some help, all you had left was 1 buck
You lost
on the rise, every time I touch the mic
Niggas really could've died if I ain't put up a fight
Car look nice, engine mean, libra scale the afterlife
We made 50
We like apes on the block
Put a o in the tree
Callin the jakes 50 cent
If you know when its d
We don't even say 1
Fuck a 4 and a 3
From the place
Keep it check
Just do it
50 cent with the vest
Get rich or die tryin
That's cream at its best
Pussy money some think power up next
Smells like you had
getting to the bag
They ain't got 50 cent for the ice cream man. I'm talking about just watch out for them suckers dog
All that silly shit. No, I'm saying
niggas who gon' try to advise me
That's why I never listen, I don't respect tradition
Never talk to the cops, you end up dead in prison
My nigga lil' E
Who's at fault? Who said what?
Dead men walk, Dead men talk
Late night walk take the long way home
Ain't my block that's the wrong way home
Bruised
the real around
I feel like fifty cause its many men who, really want my head
Nigga shot me in my back like Ricky, damn, I could be dead
But I'm just
smoke a 'dro blunt
Sippin' with a fifty sack under the nuts
Hoes with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it from side to side
Niggaz if it's
to dig six feet
Plus you ain't really that big b
It takes two weeks for your skinny *ss
To decompose in the dirt b
Ain't got nothing on me
No fifty cent
D**k lemme die on it
Bi 50 cent me I just wanna get rich or die trying
I am done trying but e be like say I am not dying
I just wanna get rich just want
drinkin' wheat grass juice
Offended by my t-shirts, and how I behave
Just because I ain't rockin' dashiki's and braids
But if you know you ain't a bitch,
to move
Make shit happen don't act like it's smooth
A million dollar play
With a two cent ending
Talk about change
But where y'all spending
Cause I ain't
take it
Uh, uh
Man, who let these niggas in
Time to beat them up, Mortal Kombat
Finish them, call me 50 Cent, yea im hated by many men
JiggySquad
dividends feeling like 50 cent
Gotta keep that heater cuz I'm hated by so many men
Haterz they smile and grin, like they your fucking friend
Some of'em play
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