Lyrics:
to see him
So I'm smiling in my pictures, word to Morgan Freeman
This for the Glory, the Almighty
Take 50 cent and make millions, word to Chris Lighty
Turbulence
Zero suit caskets
Unexpected nuisance
Short 50 cents (Game over)
Alien world beneath my feet
Ship guidance, code repeats
Spirits left should deplete
Taking more shit than they ever take
Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and
Keep your hand on your weapon shoot his ass and start steppin'
'Cause I'm
diseñador todo vestido balmein (balmein)
Im the man como 50 cent (50)
A tu baby la saco y se cree Kim (ajam)
Tu sabes el styling ma' nigga el drill
De
go and, oh
It takes two to tango
You call this a lame flow?
You bought the shit
I guess you to blame too
I just found an angle (Ha ha ha)
No more
shit)
Only book I ever read I could
Have wrote 48 Laws Of Power (What)
Me, Gee and Hop, uh huh, the game's ours
(What)
Seems like I got more brain off my
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
the re-up
I had to hit T up
Kick back finna T up
I'm in a rare form
All I need is a red foreign
I just pulled out my territory
50 Cent I whoop yo head boy
Get
no
No dejemos que se apague, no (fifty)
No dejemos
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos que se apague, no
No dejemos
No dejemos que se apague, no
& beg, the hoe to buy the new 2k
I'm the type to fuck a bitch, and buy a bottle of Dusse (free Trey)
M&M's, I'm on 8 Mile, shoutout 50 Cent
Shawty say she
The smoke be so heavy and know we got plenty so we just go say that we toke by the tree
Ain't toting no semis but know that we ready I feel like
I'm Freddy
Writing rhymes at night in the house by myself
I open mailboxes, all I see was more bills
Gettin' cold chicken, walkin' down Ryan's hills
Askin' moms for 50
the store and we both get 50 cent cakes
You heard what I said in that new shit I say
If you can't break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was
boys off with jobs, no more livin' hard
Barbeques every day, drivin' fancy cars (hey, hey)
Still gon' get mine regardless (still)
I'm representin'
the cannon camcorder bendin' over
Blowin' game by the quarter weed over in the Rover nigga
From Philly to where I'm landin I'm a cannon.
And I'm on that
Wheres the sense
In theses cents
to make them makes no sense
Hooked at any early age you can't quit this game
Already gone wrong
You can never get tamed
life I been dreaming
Steady chasin that guala
Turn fifty cents to a dollar
And I need that like today
Cause I ain't promised tomorrow
No I ain't
by 4
Believe, if I catch him, bet you the hoe gon' go
See me with (?), you ain't gon' see the hoe no more
They love when I talk that shit
Roll
to Spain, nice game
Now we're back to where we meet a-gain
Blaze a 50, sit back in a drop-top Azure Bentley
Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby
(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
been robbed, never been shot
Never been stabbed and I'm not a gangster I'm a Rapper
Grew up on 50 Cent so I know that I'm not a Wanksta
I'm more
Time is simply passin
Got me diggin dead Presidents up
Livin corrupted
So fuck it, there's forfittin'
Juss more grippin', how to trap it
No cops
I do pay for something, you know what I'm on
[Chorus]
[Nelly]
I get a hundred-fifty thou' to make the crowd go (HO!)
I might fly by you in
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
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