Lyrics:
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go
50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt
The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
on the table when you chillin for lunch,
And head up with your door open feelin your blunt,
Where I'm from 20 gone by the end of the month,
I get drunk smoke
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
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
like fluid
Get a 50 pack and we run right through it
Make dem boys tuck it in cause I'm all iced out
87-32 yeah, you know what I'm about
HA HA, you
thang
Oh you nigga super drippy
Wit many men no I am not 50
Call me a bitch to and scoop me
Drive by's in a stolen hoop dee
Gang signs out the same hoop
bandz
Ice my neck up wit baguettes but ian never been to france
I got cents just like I'm fifty, I'm that nigga wit the plan
How this land of the free,
it up, playing broke, I learned that from my last hundred (No lacking)
By any means necessary I'm on Dey ass I might just do the dance on em (Just Do
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
paranoid, It got me cautious
Full of sin but I flooded out the crosses
Yeah the crosses
AMG I'm flying down the parkway
Rollie bust down
And it glisten for
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,
my circle
The ones that acting phony
Hard as fuck, put it on cement
Card of luck, peachy be my scent
Pimp on God, call me 50 Cent
Cadillac, tell me how
gone make me catch a hat
Fn's n glock's boy it'll get ya zapped
Feelin like 50 cent plenty man want my spot
But I'm movin on my pivot I ain't tryna get
niggas then I got they help
But I'm still never backing down from shit
Spend a nigga block
Spend a nigga bend
Fuck it get the strap like I'm fifty cents
Its the way i live my life
Always give 100 take back 50
Give one 100 and i take back 50
Dont have anytime to be so thrifty
Dont need a shrine just
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny's, I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent, I got a job for your father
I'm tryna help with the rent, I came up from
you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All you do window shop
I seen you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All
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
But I'm still no limit
(Big Oz on the keyboards and shit) ayy
Shout out to the bros
Yeah
Uh (uh-uh), uh
I was the only nigga that was showing
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
baby
Uh, come on y'all
It's still y'all same old dawg
Surviving Sickle Cell like bullets to the jaw
Fifty Cent power, for this shit I should get paid by
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
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