Lyrics:
don't wanna hear the truth, unless I lie to them, make it sound fly to them
I tried to offer some help, but I can't offer too much of that when I kinda
Gotta slide I seen niggas die way too many times
I done lied I done made her cry way too many times
Jammy on the beat boy
Gotta slide I seen niggas
be sendin' me no paragraph
That shit too much to read (shit too much to see)
Christian Dior pullover, but my heart on my sleeve (wear it in my arms)
man come shop with me
I'm well connected
Bitch i'm the plug
Come get with the team
Ima turn yo ass up
I show too much love
They take it for granted
Fuck
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
Witnessed too much shit, ever seen a dead man
Pour wock by the 3, nigga I'm a dead man
No I'm not from the clan need my blue bucks man
She's a square til' get
a nine for when it get heavy
When the reaper came his eyes straight dilated
I ain’t gon be the one to blame when he get annihilated
I seen too much that’s
when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with
come I'm still stressed an' even though the squad's glistenin'?
Why You had to take Pun, someone so young?
Had so much more to live for, as real as they
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm surrounded by many men
But see them boys ain't killing me
They treat me like Metro
If I don't trust you they go
get next to me
Like emily said in record,
Yeah they envy maybe I get too... (Maybe I get too)
Overzealous, if I seen us I'd get jealous too,
Much inside
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
what I had I still found ways to have fun
Sometimes, I asked my dad if I could have a brand new Dreamcast
However, I knew it was too much for us
on and on, on and on
I had a dream I seen my name on the gravel stone
And read here lies a G followed by a poem
I couldn't see the words but I'm sure what's
travel too much and Baby sling too many drugs
Stay in the wrong place at the wrong time
With 2 bricks,(two of 'em) and a chrome 9
To these niggas I'm
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
buys an
Eight by twelve four bedroom, I'm a
A man of mean by no means
King of the road
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no
fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man
said Fahrenheit Four Hundred Fifty One
That I bought for 25 cents
From the Salvation Army
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9, 10, 11, 12
13, 14, 15, 16, 17
18, 19,
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Sike bitch I didn't go to class
I had plans to do good but they fell thru
I been trappin' so much I can sell you
Now that barrel sit right by my belt
and wrecked it I miss that lil’ fin fin
What that mean when a bitch say “Oh that’s my lil’ friend friend”
That’s too much game for you niggas so this the endin
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