Lyrics:
50 Cent:
I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
[50 Cent]
Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
grandpa's style, I'ma take your grandpa's style
No, for real, ask your grandpa, can I have his hand-me-downs? (Thank you)
Velour jumpsuit and some house
(aw, shit)
Oh no (ayy, what up, cuz?)
It's 50 Cent, man (wha-what's happnin' nigga?)
Ever since the moment I was born, I been dyin' (yeah)
Hundred
(aw, shit)
Oh no (ayy, what up, cuz?)
It's 50 Cent, man (wha-what's happnin' nigga?)
Ever since the moment I was born, I been dyin' (yeah)
Hundred
uhh. Don't speak if forget to think. I'm sipping pink and smoking purp. Selling weed, no felonies. A spelling bee when I go to work, OZ's, QP's, HQ's
dirty things
Protected by this N-I-N-E Glock
Feel like shawty pimp
This one for them niggas talking hot I'm here to check ya temp
No attempt when I empty
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
that bennigans
Timmy 21 to my competition
I’m a stomp em
In some timberlines
As a youngin listened to 50 cent
Get rich or die trying
Story telling
her again
Damn, he gon' give it to you
No, I need 75 cents out of you i got you
Ooh, lemme see that, bro i want it outta her
What you need to do, is you
hook it up and meet King George, 23rd street
straight up A-1 sola, no yola, hella folda
ain't no motherfuckin soda, cook it up like grenola
(yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man
the street
50 Cent on repeat on the 2 train
On the block, you ain't see it, bitch, you heard about it
I'm havin' conversations with Irv Gotti
No trappin'
glitch
(baow, baow, baow)
50 Cent aka the magic stick (grrah)
All black, one gunman
John Wick, that's a bad man
All black, one gunman john Wick (baow)
All
gonna find them back in Amsterdam
You might as well just set a plan
So before the show went and I'm standing there
Waiting for 50 Cent to come out I had
What should I do?
Touch myself?
When I thought about you
[50 Cent]
Yo, yo at the end of the road
Home sick than being sick of home
I'd rather
I need yo two cents and what you thinking
I need yo two cents when we linking
You got a beautiful mind so tell me what is that's desyncing
Need
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
an animal nigga, no call me Hannibal nigga
'Cause niggas is food as soon I'm in the movies (Oh)
(Chorus: 50 Cent)
I'm a motherfucker rider
I
Woman: Come on honey, wake up
Woman: You said you's gonna get a job today
Man: yawn
Woman: Come on, we got bills to pay
Woman: I'm tired of this, no
Save the conversation
And your lack of confidence
Aint no need for evidence
Bitch I’m heaven sent
Follow me truly see
What a dream could be
I
the flow ADHD my mentally
No telling where we'll go 50 cent wings at the Applebee's
I'm tryna get rich and act broke that's my mentality
All of my songs be
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