Lyrics:
I don't think you're gonna last
Run for cover, girl, run for cover
She's the kinda thing
I was warned of by my mother
Automatic lover
I remember them days I was hustling
I was kicking in doors for a couple cents
That bitch hoed me I think I can't trust again
NTL Be the gang bitch
"Perfect Ten"
Said, "Man you should name your album, 'Faith of a Mustard Seed'"
At that very moment, I didn't know exactly what he meant by it
But I knew
famous
And no way I'm making
10 cents off my playlist
Let's experiment
Panicking
World is spinning
I'm tripping off the cannabis
Uhhh too much for me
I'm
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto.
Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting
50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
Everything
I’m doing good by myself
I think you should swim
I'm not saying anything
But I think you would sink
You got something special
That I don’t
a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits
If nigga's try to rob me then I won't hear it
Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood
[01:22.210] Wrapped around your ankles
[01:24.252] I'm gripping on your handles
[01:26.213] I'm hitting on different angles like
[01:30.315] 10 5 cent 10 cent
want one I'll sperge and borrow you a couple of quarters, fifty cents will give ya almost 10 mintues of bed wigglin', you know vibratin', to let you know
the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)]
Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon'
Mmm oh
The land has come
The only, stand by yeah
Oh be afraid
Be afraid
Ohh
Stand
Stand by yeah
Imma get richer than I ever been
Hardest nigga outta
He cant rap with me
Do it by myself
Different breed
Was the strategy
Niggas hella soft
They be sweet lika cavity
Staying with my arms
We together
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
as a player
Not a day goes by that I don't think about betrayal
And people that really loved me that left me for a halo
Twist that crystally killa
It's really
Michigan, Illinois, sho-nuff killa boys
Standin' on the corner at 10 degrees
We got pimps, dope pushers, and petty thieves
Crooked ass cops won't let me
you left on the 10th
Now you've caught me by surprise once again
It feels like the stars up above remind me of then
And every man that I meet reminds
know me
Ooo
I wanna feel the sun again
Ooo
You keep my heart beating at one-ten
We were sitting by the swimming pool
But you didn't wanna let go
I'm
in circles but I write it line by line
And if I don't really know you I'ma lie and say I'm fine
And I spit rhymes hoping that someone who thinks like
they mommy do
And why she lock us in the bedroom
I think mommy getting paid to screw
Cause every night it's a different dude
I tried to tell
Chorus
altered
By the sparkling of glitter
Or a darkness suddenly all around
I seem to lose
All my cents andq my dollars
Fast as scholars'
Careful calculations
How do you want to be remembered?
As being rich?
Yeah, yeah, uh
Visions of seeing my self as somewhat different
Reality got me feeling
doesn't always work
You might get quite blind
When you meet your 10
And I feel so zen that I think that's it
Pretty cutie girl by my side that's lit
Sensing
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