Lyrics:
me brain
And you can see the stains I place upon the sheets
Oh, you gon' come for me?
Well my nigga, you better have an army at least
Or more than
son
You know what I mean?
They're gonna thank later
Infamous soldiers, G-Unit
Motherfucking Guerillas, you heard?
Ever since 50 Cent signed Mobb Deep
They run off and steal your sauce
Like they Raising Kane's
Got a lil bit of power
Then his feelings changed
Took 50 cent rounds but it ain't end the same
motion
Had to switch the beat up again
No fifty cent in this church we got many men
I pray again every time that I just sin again
I need the grace, need
coat
We hit many men gettin fifty cent bags of chips form the corner store
And if they spin again ambulance gone pick up what I just left in ten floor
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
the last to run
While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh
If you don't know you better go and ask someone
50 Cent is my symbol and my name
Nigga the work a 9 say its 10
Scribble on the check whit a pen
Right now im wearing Dior but you know I rock louie linen
50cent glass jaw
Shoot his chin
as hot as it was so they say we ain't as worth as much
Ringtone rappers actors dancers trappers they just outworking us
50 Cent working way harder baby
this earth
Played with skirts, always alert
Shirt me if you want to shirt me, I conserve
Energy that's been burnt
Take your turn, I earn, dollar by
Pasadena, Kansas state
Mobb Deep is that truth, liar
College is that fuel fire
Come try me, I show better than tell, Infamous empire
I'm on point like
(Da-dum, ba-dum, ba-da-do-da)
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking
than fifty shades of grey)
Livin' in a house of blues (livin' in a house of blues)
Takin' it day by day (takin' it day by day)
Livin' any way I choose
always right There
Around the corner was on her 50 cent shit I was on my Nas shit
We use to argue bout who we thought was Better
Overtime that same Block
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
lil' Tommy to the store for the very first time
Told Tommy keep the change, he got back 50 cent a dimes
At the same time Willie Jenkins pedophile wanted
and stop my cash count
I snapped they start disappearing like fifty cents eye brows
How that sound
I'm in a glass house you throwing stones at me
All my shit
the parks
A lot of shit I say go over heads that's why I'm on your top
Like
Came from 50 cent like Cain and drew a cake a piece
Imma pinch you if you lacking
sense
I say them for free than paying fifty cents
For every lyric could leave a dent
Making history with every word I won't relent
To all my haters I'll
a hundred, you a dub (nothin')
Lookin' for me, I'm booked up (where you at?)
50 Cent, I'm in the club (hey)
Diamonds on my earlobe, ice on dyke (huh?)
I'm Rockin My Chain Anywhere
If You Gon' Represent Your Hood, What You Waitin On?
Security Better Back Up, When They Play This Song
And We 'Bout 50
of dishes
I don't fuck with niggas cause these niggas be switching
Run down give his ass nine like 50
Okay
Okay
I like being by myself
I like peace and quiet
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
shirt
Better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep that thing
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