Lyrics:
say
I'm taking sense
No 50 cents
Ain't a game, you should stop with all the foolery
For good or bad, either way it's opportunity
Give your life
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
I walked up in that bitch
With five, tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids on me (woo, woo)
disgrace, we don't do things that way
I ordered the Wraith, it's handmade, it take 180 days
You want it to happen overnight, you having a bad dream
When
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
seen a lot come and go like nonstop fashion show very little shit lasts forever and just because shits new it ain't better
I wanna be with Shaggy
down di rat, but me nah see no jack
Likkle Africa too small, it nuh deh pon di maps so
That's why dem nah tek no chat, well
Fifty cent inna the pocket
and she pretty
Stick got a drum and it hold a 50
I need the blue chesse hunndis 50's
I fuck a bad bitch lick her kitty
Niggas they fake and hate and they
card, I know you're pussy by your conversation
Show you the safe, you'll have to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli just off
change up the topic
Cuz I aint 50 Cent This aint no 21 Questions
I don’t give a damn or understand what you talking
I Told you I aint 50 I ain't lookin for
the days
Young strays, posted at the L.Q. on Friday's
Waitin for Dice to give the go ahead
Hawkin 50 cent, puttin heads to bed
for a herringbone hear
Shots to his chest Fifty Cent like its Many Men
Yeah, Fifty Cent like it's many men
I been getting to the bag I won't stop now
Just like Kyle Lowry you
through my headphones
Money long, number one twenty years strong
Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young
G5's to 6-4s, Dre got 'em
If the bitch bad I got her
the swelling tide
Friends and lovers clinging
To each other side by side
Mothers and their daughters
Descending down the stairs
Jumped into the icy waters
Make way for Prince Ali
Say hey! It's Prince Ali
Hey! Clear the way in the old Bazaar
Hey you! Let us through!
It's a bright new star! Oh Come!
Be
they feelin'
Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain
I play the bar with 8 bottles all night gettin' right
Teachin' the hood rats what
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzing
I said I run New York and ain't nobody saying
Bad bitch she Latina
Off the cocajina
50 On my visa
Forgein fast just like a cheetah
Doing 80 out the dealer
Smoke you like some reefer
Choppa Queen
Boy this ain’t no prodigy
It’s a prophecy
Nothing was promised to me
No designer yet
Ge rich or die tryin’ 50 Cent
Oh we talking shoes, I got a few
me up for a decade
there’s me with stupid answers fuck it i’m gonna call you
stone cold
your touch
bad blood
your new love
i wish i never knew about
here and say nobody helped me turn
Ghetto wealthy earn every cent by myself
See that type of talk is bad
Like a school yard brat
I'm making volume
These labels fighting hard, they want me bad (bad yea)
I need a million cash, not fifty racks (racks yo)
Heard you want some new drip, new drip
Heard you
your bitch she gone dance
Get high, lower my breathing
Day by day, that's just how I'm feeling
New year, new me, new season
The backwoods pearled up for
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
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