Lyrics:
Shots to his chest Fifty Cent like its Many Men
Yeah, Fifty Cent like it's many men
I been getting to the bag I won't stop now
Just like Kyle Lowry you
never could've told it
And I don't blame 50 Cent dawg turned the game around
The same thang I'm bou tto do now put this in ya mouth
[Chorus]
Riding with some dirty plates
I do the dishes
Get rich or die trying
Common cents I got like 50
Cutting niggas off
I tried to help they act too busy
We
gentleman grew up and turned rude
Looking at them steady hating they mad that my flows crude
Grew up to screw up by ludacris on repeat after school
I had some
we had a mad altercation previously
But why you wanna' see the evil me when I wanna' live my life peacefully?
It's like I've been feeling real evil
Straight off the block
It’s all facts nigga started from the mad
You can tell by the cracks
A dope boy who never did the drugs
That’s the ladder for the rugs
one understands me but me
Nobody cares about how I feel but me
So what I gotta do is do for me
I wonder how that be goin all out for me
I got mad
Yes, sir! LA Leakers
Justin Credible, Sourmilk that's right
We've been invaded by Long Beach, man
Long Beach is here! Long Beach!
Our homie, for many
happy people I'm disgusted
I'm talking about those things that make you do bad things
Living the evil up in the fast lane
Making me wanna have a wicked
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
across seas on glaciers
Four shotguns that got fucked by Geisha
Still gracious, still able to twist out darts
Just grew tougher skin from swimming with
At night I'm a mad man, by day I'm a sad man
It's three AM and I can't take
My hand off this knife i'm scared and alone
And all I wanna do is die
My
like shampoo Champion that can't lose
I'm a mad man with a bad fuse
Always said i'm the man with a plan Cause i do what i do and you do What you can girl
Durkio, I need a evil twin in this bitch
Twenties, fifties, hundreds, I barely see some tens in this bitch, ayy
All it take (all it take), all I know (all
be foldin', fuckin' with Swollen
Queens get jacked by the king of spades
Buc Fifty, Mad Child, Prev Won, poker face
Full house, royal flush,
move
You tryna take me off a song that got you the most views
Got mad love for you, though, your label, they confused
They spent fifty on my feature,
ain't talkin bout no rap chick when I say rawki badd
Niggas tried to tell these hoes I'm lame they obviously mad
Peaz where you been at all year prolly
so allow me, hand me ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror
the rip
Heard ya man got shot he kept running his lips
I say what I want bitch I'm young 50 cent
Nigga slide in the car but the Drake left a dent
Ya man so
that's a lie
I seen a man raise his hand on the stand, he testified
Spoke on the homicides, amongst other things
Even shared my triple beam dreams
you ride for me?
Well I'ma die for you
Would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats, let they man get struck
Never strike back,
They like pussy I digest
I mean invest I'm 50 cent I been busy
Rome bet I get jiggy but not wit that
Cause' we hoes and we want the paper
Skrt off
frontin hustlers with they work on the streets
>from the streets, to the sweets (to the what), to the slugs, to the east (man)
Please believe, let me holler
be me could be nobody else
Watch how I do it myself
Bitch I'm the champ
I'm the one with the belt
Plus I'm so hot I just make the shit melt
All by
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