Lyrics:
But they didn't give a damn, cause the game had them evil
Now this shit is gettin' outta hand It's 1993, and here come the fuckin' law, man
Now it's
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
blue coupe
Big rocks in the stone boy you know what we do
Remember them days when we ain't had no food
50 cent cake for just me and my crew
My mother
was beside you
When you ain't have no money nigga man who ride with you
When I had a dollar we would get 50 cents cake
You mad at me cause I been going
pass by
We just do it, you know what we pursing
They just mad they can't get like me, uh
Like me, you know I love the white tees, uh
Ground level you can
The Man up top got me, let's get it
Philly in this bitch
Okay! Maybe it's my swagger
Every time I come around
These haters getting madder
Gangstas
me up
Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up
I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck
Got a record so they put me with the baddest
that they don't contribute to the answer ? from the ?
Serious as cancer. If I was jojo dancer I would do the same thang,
Not to let another man spark
gon' say it over, over, again
No man an Island
But my island one man
No man an Island
But my gun to many men
Many, many, many, men
Got shot like 50 cent
to go
Nowhere to run and hide
No matter how hard I try
Yeah, 03, I went from plain filthy to filthy rich
Man, the emotions change so I can never
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
move but the money
Uh, strugglin', jugglin', got it to the black man
Eatin' the scams like I was motherfuckin' Pac-Man
Cops step off, you know
[Intro]
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh huh
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in
the one some think is great?
I'm that one (son of a gun!)
Drivin' by wavin' my fist
Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this
Top gun, never on the run
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
Yeah man
Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball
to shine, So please don't hit my line
Walking with no bands, She wanna do my dance
I can't trust a man, You down for fifty cents
Boy you is not cool, Still
on the Chasers, definitely get busy
We get money, stay a hundred
We don't never keep it 50
And we don't cosign no rats over here, my G
On scopes on them straps over
that are trickless but still try to go get the better of me
Hundreds and fifty's got me feeling lifted and I didn't even spark up on the weed
But when I
Heart uneased
Mom wasn't pleased
Couldn't pay fees
Look at life a placebo
Do good not evil
Shank and spliff
Told you already
Shawty too wet, she wetty
feel annoyed,
And I'm not gonna quit till I fill the void,
If I rhyme about home and got descriptive,
I'd make Fifty Cent look like Limp Biskit,
It's
at the zoo, cause the trenches had grabbed me
50 cents for chips, 2 for a dollar, break a bag, not stingy
She got a cute face, I compliment, bet I be in her
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