Lyrics:
[Chorus: Olivia - repeat 2X]
Boy if you want me, then you can have me
I want you to want me and love me unconditionally
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You
own tags
Don't touch this
Crackling hot shit
I snap ya shoulder blade in half
Laugh, and pop shit
Reader's Digest, passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard
niggas get tried, survivable, nobody liable,
I got caught by 5-0, grandmama came to court wit her bible,
But when the judge hit the gavel, too far from
Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties
And I ain't even got to say my name
I got this duck wit her legs up like, "say my name, trick"
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
[Chorus] x2
Hey this is no lie
Me and my niggas gettin high
Yo if you look up in the sky
You might see us floating by
You see Biggie be like what's
Trolling
Yall niggas talking bout muhfucking 50 cent
Yea so what im A old head
Yall didnt know that this nigga the king of rap
He just aint fucking
shit don't even make no fucking sense
Like having fuckin' arguments for payin' 50 extra cents for barbecue
Saucing on the workers at McDonald's
I
I want is a good time
By getting in the 50 yard line and bump and grind
We can get our grub on but I ain't spendin' a dime
Except for (..?..)
You don't have very many options
You can, get with the program, or you die
The Unit
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
You see
above.
Bar full of strangers, fifty-cent beer
God Almighty what am I doin' here
Always end up on the floor when push comes to shove,
Can't pick
(Hurt what it do?)
(Ayo, 'Llari, this shit fire)
I just got my granddad into real estate
Send my baby mama fifty thousand, make sure my
him by this evenin' (ayy)
We take Percocet and holy water to fight demons
I won't make no status, baby, we pull up, get even
Put my right hand
(no, no)
I gave you my best
There ain't nothing left
This can't be reality
I'm picking up the pieces of the puzzle (ohh)
Here all by myself, yeah
I
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
look just like baby dimes
I'm on the corner selling whole eights
I don't remember being this fuckin paranoid since I sold weight
I went from 50 sacs
and plenty
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa
Got two rides,
No I do not fear no man I put fear in all these men
Yea I got me many men like my name was 50 cent
Before you approach the man do you know who
on my wrist
Gelato smoke it up
I'm chiefing hella big
If she gon bruk it up
I might just grant her wish
2 cups (drank) put it out
Smoking gas by
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
Yeah
2 Chainz, 2Tymes
Two sticks, two nines
This beat ProdByRTB (yeah, Toni)
I'm from the A, my lingo set
You drink lean 'cause the internet
shit
I want these bitch motherfuckers
To try to flip so I can fill up this clip
And stick the gun between they
Lips like a cigarette
And let 'em smoke
We got a lot of herb to blaze
(Herb to blaze, herb to blaze)
Uh
Yeah
Fuck it up
50 Cent I'm in the club
Four hundred and twenty blunts when I'm fuckin'
even doing wrong by usin this chorus to get through this song
[Chorus: x2]
You know y'all going to mess around and complain about slavery that was
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