Lyrics:
a shame I can kill you just alone by name
Gas them up I didn't need a flame
Two hundred and fifty makes me go insane
Seeing shit I can't explain
It's
bird on me
Nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money
Man that shit comin' in digit's
I got 50 cents on me
try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between
all right, but he's not ill!"
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You might see me yawnin', four in the mornin'
But the party ain't over
Then it's back to the crib,
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
with you, man?
Nah, nah, see, yo, chill, man, yo, pass the Cristal man
Fuck is wrong with you, man?
Niggas is greedy man, damn
Big ass shits
Yo man,
shit I was in a hurry
I Split a nigga like 12:30
Or Fifty fifty, like lemonade
She Half n half i bench press her ass
She never been in a cab
Fuck with
I ain't takin no shit on my cuts
The UGK posse got the big big nuts
Yo, so who's a bold bitch?
Try to make a sale
You betta bail
Before they
to be good enough
I lost a friend tonight jam Master Jay!
Rest In Peace! I send my love to his family!
50 Cent y'all!
I I I I stay gangsta'd up -
Niggas
who drive Millineums
It's all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of Euk for the mutts
Five carats on my hands with the cuts
In
with you, man?
Nah, nah, see, yo, chill, man, yo, pass the Cristal man
Fuck is wrong with you, man?
Niggas is greedy man, damn
Big ass shits
Yo man,
Have you ever seen fifty thousand strong with their hands in the air
Up and down like hell, yeah
So fresh, so fly, so sweet, so polite
So much, too
of followers the same
Fifthteen cent
Thinking colossal shit negative
Fifthteen cent
But get rich or die trying
Thats word to fifty cent
See my girl said it's
flowers
You ain't counter chip counters
Them niggas is pimps, your bitch shouted
The 650 get clouded
You'll see! I'm a master now
And whoever
back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW
Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars!
Respect my gangsta
I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha
I know +50
So wassup? You know we can't be havin' that
Son, there's rules you're supposed to go by and this is my habitat
You say you're
ARTHUR: Yes.
DENNIS: But all the decision of that officer have to be ratified
at a special biweekly meeting.
ARTHUR: Yes, I see.
DENNIS: By a simple
thing I can motherfuckin' tell you on some real G shit
Is to stay focused and let these niggas know you still the
Realest nigga alive
You could see
the Refugee Camp!
Run up on you be , and leave your seat damp!
And sell stocks slow, sellin' high, by low
From Madina up to Y.O.
El Capitan
to Promethazine and Adderall (ha, ha)
Kiyah, that's my new bitch, I got her on some blue shit
See what I'm sayin', I got the blueprint
Amiri denim dripping
ya'll
It's unique ya'll
A-yo praise the master, make plans wit' your pastor
My rap'll blast ya, send you to the hereafter
I push a tractor, for
I ain't never had shit
Not a pot to piss, window to throw it out of
Sherm got me high get your ass in the shower
Took one pull, shit told her it
Master of the house, quick to catch yer eye
Never was a passerby to pass him by
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Comforter, philosopher,
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