Lyrics:
a tendency to go bad
I got the game by the gonads
The flow so rad
And boy we could go toe to toe
But even if we went blow for blow
Imma still come out on top
pistola ma negro que 50 cent y que una coca cola Dios me llamó cuando yo estaba en la cola y me dijo tate quieto que yo soy el que controla controla del
love to smoke
But if I wasn't in this rap game
Would a nigga Snoop Dogg have 20 dollars to his name
Choruos Fiend
Now 20 dollars to my name in this game
...want but they don't go killing sh-t
Real a sh-t and your main right pick me, they try and hit me
Kick game like 50 cents, n-ggers wanna play games out
this bitch
Got them drum luggers with them hollow tips
Hottest hit of the year yeah this is it
50 Cent back on that gangsta shit
On my way out
this bitch
Got them drum luggers with them hollow tips
Hottest hit of the year yeah this is it
50 Cent back on that gangsta shit
On my way out
to ask me if Rick Ross still a G
Journalists need to get up off my D
Him and E-Class always kept it real with me
The rap game looking so childish lately
(explosion)
[verse one]
Flippin' the the game
Niggas that got that 'cane
Murder mr. dopeman still in this rap game
It's 1997, my niggas gone to heaven
Rest
off white without fucking wit Virgil
At the table with the 50 cent ox
Chopping rocks back when the first 50 cent dropped
Before the tours, live cover
be broke then
Get my ass fucked
I started off with 50 cent, I ain't lying
But I'mma get rich or die tryin'
Like a half buck
Yo my bars so raw, it could
sure, this ain't no feud, together we fight
Bright minds alike, territory mine, all territory minds
No silver line, I'm the brute of this rap game
Only go
ganzen Tag nur
Rumheult wie Sierra Kidd
Machen auf Analyst und Profiler
Doch sind keine Rapper sondern Ghostwriter
50 Cent in der Tasche und
The Game in
licking me just like a peppermint
Hard like steel, Clark with the Kent
God with me, call me Heaven-sent
I'm buck 50 where you speak a cent
Got my hoodie
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
insecure like Issa Rae
The game in disarray, man, who can really spit today? (Who can rap?)
I think people are gettin' tired of all the party rap
Me, I'm
jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que son los numero uno jajaja
Seguimos
it in
Yeah I'm just like 50 cent hated on by many men
Henny got me fucked up and nothings making any sense
But I'm still standin nigga guess that i
up like 50 Cent
But all I knows the dolla
And all I know is guala
It's a shame to see a boy
Blinded by bein a balla
Y'all think that I'm a villain
guac
If you tryna play both sides of this power struggle, here's 50 cents, go call up Tareq
Im like Giannas, a freak with these words, you reek
Trolling
Yall niggas talking bout muhfucking 50 cent
Yea so what im A old head
Yall didnt know that this nigga the king of rap
He just aint fucking
for real
This that TI versus Lil Flip
This that 50 Cent versus Ja Rule
This ain’t checkers more like chess in the park
I’m just waiting on you to make
They like pussy I digest
I mean invest I'm 50 cent I been busy
Rome bet I get jiggy but not wit that
Cause' we hoes and we want the paper
Skrt off
sense, man
If it don't make dollars
It don't make cents, man
I'm talkin' 'bout stacks, man, racks, man
Haha yeah, just let me get fifty 20s
Know what I'm
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
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