Lyrics:
could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
or phone a friend
Killer love, just like Chuckee it's til the end
Killer love, 50 cent, many men
Killer love, Lorena Bobbitt, circumcision
Killer Love,
body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
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
ti:La Patience
ar:肇嘉帮
al:La Patience
by:肇嘉帮
au:肇嘉帮
00:26:00街角传来熟悉的香味
00:32:00像是你那迷人的嘴
00:38:00空中飘着 香烟的灰
00:44:00无言伴随 午夜轮回
00:48:00会不会
00:50
pointillé
[01:38:00]爱，像带血蔷薇
[01:44:00]却，摄人的美
[01:50:00]我，想远走高飞
[01:56:00]也许，再爱一回
[02:26:00]On peut cent fois répéter, les erreurs du passé
[02:32:00]Vouloir
Set to BIG's "The World
Is Filled" instrumental
Yeah 50 Cent, uh huh
Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit'!
She ain't that chick from the burbs
That's
Can't take no hand out not by no niggas
I count G-Unit not 50 Cent
Nigga broke as shit
Could pay your rent
I'm balling hard
Gray Iverson
Braids up in
don't worry got the stems out
Fuck me like Misato everybody buff till they meet 50 cent
Popping blue pills all these trust fund kids got red pilled
Shut
You get what you pay for
Happens all the time
If you pay fifty cents
It isn't worth a dime
The only thing worth something
You can't buy
You get what
I’ll stand behind this shattered glass
I feel like 50cent
I never worry
Cuz I know somethings are imminent
I guess I gave em what they needed
They ain’t
ball killin' shit
Realist shit and your main wife dig me
Game try and hit me
Kick game like 50 cent
Niggas wanna play games I quickly
Mob with
yo head will get whipped lil nigga
Fifty cent for nine shots your body get dropped knock you off the block lil nigga
Headed straight to the top while
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
Can
I started makin' dollars then it started makin' cents
I used to share my room with the roaches and the rats
My lil' cousin Paul and my uncle, Po'
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
days on the lemonade stand
Squeezing lemons hand by hand
On the corner hollering
Happy that I got a dollar in
We used to sell that lemonade for fifty
(60)
Let off 10 now I'm riding with 50
(Brddddd)
Spot my Vick 9 times like 50 cent
(Bow bow bow)
Just me and my pistol don't ride with many men
My young
young niggas about to spend
They know I throw loco when it's about my Benjamin
Feelin' just like 50 Cent, hated by so many men
Woke up like a bank
co chceš, píčo? (co chceš, píčo?) Být tebou nic neříkám (ne)
Cigánský 50 Cent (more), nevím, co přijde zítra
My máme brácho vitamín, tebe se to netýká
suspect
Tan's what I am, tan rizzems what I rep
Rap fans bely we don't forgive or forget
Strapping down the mic, kamikaze rock the mic
Suicide, stage
Had to use the rent for the pack
Had to flip a cent to a stack
Had to do my dance like jack
Had to take a chance while it lasts
Man I had to get this
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