Lyrics:
Vanilla gifties
Five years later, self-scan, still it hit for fifty
Hitter finna drop a UAV, really got killers with me
Hi-C, deuce of Wock', Y-3, newest
to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
Politically correct me
Flex disrespect
'Gainst the whole game
Respectively
Ice on my neck
Straight outta 50 cent machines
Why would I invest in the glamour
need your two cents (I don't need your two cents)
Keep em to yourself, I don't trust no new friends (I don't trust no new friends)
I don't want no help,
Somethin' like a bad habit, we ain't have it, we gon' take it
Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers
Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me
them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm surrounded by many men
But see them boys ain't killing me
They treat me like Metro
If I don't trust you they go
creeping through your trap what a bad morning
New artillery just touched down it's y'all last warning
Moving militant through these streets, I know me
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna
came up from the amateurs to pro hits
At 5-0, so you know I take no shit
And everybody wants to kill a bringer of bad news
So they choose to point
borner on a New World Order
And a nigga fight the struggle sorta kinda on some rappin' shit
But real activists be on death watch like Mumia Abu Jamal
Ain't
a crack addict
Thought about lettin' them get a cut, then I went and snagged at it
The new Boosie Badazz said it
I'ma drop a nigga like, just like a bad
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
the shooting
Cops heard the shots, shit's hot 'cause they're pursuing
But it's my stomping groung where herds get blown down
Think I'm gettin caught by
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
and graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm and Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like granite
new whip
Y'all don't own this new crib
When your flow get too big
Know this new shit hold your two kids
That is no read, that's my two cents
Baby, we
chillin I'm hustlin I just bought a new Explorer Dora year somethin and something
Last year I was cruising through my city Makin my ends I re up by
I was with you
But they don't make a liquor strong enough for me kiss you, nah
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I don't fuck wit' scurry ass niggas
That ain't got
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
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
sound whimsy
No sandpaper bars, we gettin' gritty
I gave her head for the tail, we went 50-50
Missing cents like I lost pennies with me
Worries feeling
play not today
What the fuck happened to MTV
Why these whack people get to make a cd
I dont know man look at 50 Cent
He dont move his mouth when
through the fall
Big bag like Santa Claus
New sauce for the summer sauce
Marchin' band, we the drummer boys
And tell the crib I'm on the way back
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