Lyrics:
really spitted on 'em"
"You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em"
Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none
You just a small player in
better, thinkin' I'll slow or let up
Call it trap 'cause it's a total setup
Hopin' that you rappers fall in that
Dre said, "Hold your head up" Kathy
Ayy, you wanna hit this shit?
It's that green tongue, Cali bud
I don't need Dom Pérignon, I don't need Cris'
Tanqueray and Alizé, I don't need
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
my voice on, that shit knock, don't it?
Balenciaga saga, I'm in Bergdorf ballin'
It's just another episode, my hoes, I spoil 'em
She like the fly
You niggas got play dough
I got my my way foe
See this nigga on threat
Talk that shit if you got
All my niggas push bricks and
Break em down the
They
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
the Range, I'm into nice thangs
I slang weed, cocaine and heroine
50 Cent, that's my name, nigga I bring the pain
You thought shit stay the same, nigga shit
"Ayy, you want some of this shit?"
"Naw, I don't want that shit"
"I don't give a fuck, I don't play that shit
And I'm finna buss a cap on a nigga"
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
stop
35? Seven fingers?
That's right. Seven times five is 35
Okay, let's try a longer one
Now when you run out of fingers at fifty, you see,
So let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around, what is this?
What is this? What is this?
The Invasion (Invasion)
Yeah, yeah
motherfuckers that killed Biggie
Notoriouses, bring that Benz in
I'm about a dollar, nigga fuck 50 Cent
I heard Tony Yayo can't pay the rent
I heard Lloyd
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?
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
to shoot to get the loot
Then I guess you got to do what you gotta do
But know this, fa sho this, its somethin for realler
From a fifty cent nigga
(burn), I'ma let that shit burn (burn)
Let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire (oh God), I'm only gettin' higher (swerve)
Fifty racks all in
Yeah...a chick-a-doom, chick-a-doom chick-a-doom
[Chorus: x3]
That's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit up, play it again
[Will I Am]
Gratiot, fuck that shit
I done seen how fast this rap shit
Can turn into some pap-pap shit, that quick, snap, click
But this time they got fuckin'
Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit
Living off that bad shit, that shoot shit
That stab shit rock a flag and don’t give a
Fuck about US flag
Ya'll niggas want to get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you want
the shit
(That’s why you bitch gon roll with me)
My Bentley Coupe ain't got no top
It’s high but I’m checkin’ my AP
If I shine let’s room bitch you wanna
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