Lyrics:
and
I'm wondering why
She loves my body and
I love her scent
The day you left
I wonder where you went
You know I'm the man
Like 50 cent
Our love fresh
pioneer paving the way
Eminem, 50 Cent, I've been""Patiently Waitin'""
Now the time finally came to throw my name in ya face
Like BRAP
Wasiu, nigga I'm in
ignorant just like 50 Cent with his post
Niggas posting all online
So when you slide you under arrest
That nigga corny he a bitch
That nigga telling on his
dicky, dicky (Bang)
Call me cent how I'm stacking up these fifty's fifty's (Ay, ay)
We big like Giza
Call me pussy pleaser (Pleaser) (Giza)
I am evil
Shoot
fifty fifty, thirty five that thirty third
I might have left the thunderbird
Yeah that's my word yo
Introverted by genealogy
I don't wanna be who you
How you niggas tryna play it ?,
Did this on my own ain’t have to ask no man for bread,
Pull up by that regions now I’m caught up with the feds,
was alive?
Would all these niggas still be screamin' out "ride or die"!
What if Milli Vanilli's record never skipped on stage?
They'd be the illest
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
it
Say you a boss nigga what the business?
Say you a boss if really get it
Hundreds and fifties, fifties and hundreds
Commas on commas on commas
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
bird on me
Nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money
Man that shit comin' in digit's
I got 50 cents on me
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
in holy water and take lighting showers
Use Posiedons wife blouses as a towel and by now ya
Wondering just how the fuck I do just what I do...
50
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
the city I'm probably illest and I'm fucking with Mya the realist
Whipping up wtf is a chemist serving Bronny and Bron we are witness
Bitches hate me
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, rock, blows,
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
(for real)
Dope fiend beggin' for a dollar from me (what?)
But all I got is fifty cents for a cigarette (here)
Landlord in my apartment knockin'
and that's a big black bug
Got your 50 cent fortune tucked under your rug
You got your zoot suit body bag ready to blast off
I'm in a milk crate by your
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