Lyrics:
about who's a bigger star, Joe, Jada or Ja?
So close but so far
So many with no start
I can't believe 50 Cent and NY fell off
Then LA came back, then
Yayo)
I got my vest
I got my gun (G-Unit radio)
And you should run
If you ain't got wrong (yeah, part eleven)
'Cause it won't be no warnings
When
Things picking up fast
Confessions just posted can't wait for my incoming 50-cent check
Lately inspiration been nonstop
I'm a kid in a candy shop
Don't
not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes
And before I leave
can't forget
to knock out that pussy bitch he end up on the floor
Fuck the edits do this shit all raw
Been down these streets
in holy water and take lighting showers
Use Posiedons wife blouses as a towel and by now ya
Wondering just how the fuck I do just what I do...
50
the late rent
Half Uncle Sam gets, I haven't been paid yet
The only big numbers I ever
See are in my debt
I can't believe I still live this life
I cry
and etching the Edelsons lawn for a dollar
Fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from Marsha.
There was nothing but
the Edelsons lawn for a dollar
fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from
Marsha. There was nothing but a circular from
As Ill As Me"
And I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of JLB sayin' "Where Hip-Hop Lives"
But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a damn
waste him
This ain't no mutha fuckin joke nigga it ain't worth it
And even if your mother gets in it you can't surface
It was all purpose
Just like that
the one some think is great?
I'm that one (son of a gun!)
Drivin' by wavin' my fist
Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this
Top gun, never on the run
Curtis Jackson
50
Let’s go
Many men many men
Need to be looking out for me
I’m taking it all
With a grin like the Grinch
If any want rap beef
I’m bringing
rap songs
And I ain't blaming 50 Cent, I can't blame T.I.P or JEEZY
Them brothers just making plenty paper off their life stories
See me, myself, I try
still be rightfully yours
All that you deserving to hurry you right along
I decided long ago if I go and write for the cause
There wouldn't be no
like Ben 10 yeah
Or I'm like 50 Cent bulletproof hated by many men men men
She like to sing along to my songs I be like yeah yeah yeah
You gotta come
ride
This just first releases
Tell em papi outside
Like 50 cent
Getting rich or die trying
That or Mr West
I'll testify to touch the sky
If you asking,
I
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
when Loading the mortar
if you look at me now it's like I escaped torture
I can't help to think what you would have grown to be
how you would have
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
Nigga the work a 9 say its 10
Scribble on the check whit a pen
Right now im wearing Dior but you know I rock louie linen
50cent glass jaw
Shoot his chin
Tune in
Radio station made by yours truly
Thank you so much
Just fuckin' around man
Emotionally overwhelmed
My heart it has holes to heal
Have you
Taken care of by my Queen and
No matter what the weather ️
All we do is stick together
Can't nobody come between
Can't nobody, can't nobody
And, I
Heard on your radio
Biggie Smalls, my motherfucking man
Take the microphone and kick the
Wicked like a man
I went from construction Timbs
To Acs with
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