Lyrics:
the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so
You ain't fuckin' wit' this choppa
Kill em proper
Catch him at the light and pull on side em
We dump fifty in the car
I bet you won’t see that bitch
for real, nigga grab ya shield
Rappers want to kill me and blast me cause my rhymes are filthy
While other niggas are silky and sassy
Upset ya squad,
the lob
She eat dick corn on the cob
Did his bid got hit with fraud
Nigga diss know how that end
Save her name as 50 Cent lil bitch got hit by many men
Oh
I had 50 cents
Onna bag of chips
Had to spend the shit
I'm legit
I get money quick
We buy everything
Everybody want a couple cents when I'm coming in
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
He got a gene
I got a gene
Just how to talk
God, my absolute do
We send me
I'm in the car by 5D
We all listen to 50 Cent
Why
Because the whole crew
this a bitch y'all figure
It only takes a trigger and 12.98 plus tax to potentially murder 50 niggas
So motherfuckers better duck like Daffy
Cause
fresh up out the pot hot curry
ball so hard might drop curry
Drop 50 on the iso nigga I'm not worried
stepping up well then you getting buried
Dropped out
Cents.
From Shabz 2 Benz,
From Cheddar 2 Cheeze,
Trying to Pay The Rent.
I'm a hustla, balla, nigga gee'z, cut keys, gats for enemies,
Freeze, hund
could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
for my damn prize, crack cans of cold Guinness
I'm like Seabiscuit, I'mma win by a photo finish
Nigga, this ain't tennis, yeah, I ain't bluffing shit
I'm a shot caller, I'm a shot taker
MJ my baby mama so I buy her Marc Jacobs
I'ma get with ya', can't nobody say a, nigga
I kill killers and I hate
exactly how I played it
A dollar to be made, best believe a nigga made it
Nickels dimes and twenties, and sixty cent bumps
Nigga rollin hard, stackin
of crack
Everything was smooth, exactly how I played it
A dollar to be made, best believe a nigga made it
Nickels dimes and twenties, and sixty cent bumps
Open a book
Let’s take walk through the mind
Of a trill one
Who will come from the left real fast
Tryna kill one or two of you hoes
By just beatin’
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
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
Fifty Grand
Kick beats like Van Damme
That fighting ass nigga? Yes, it's the B
I break with the bonus
Bumrush bums and bitch-ass opponents
Bucks plug out
knock my own shit
Like I'm on my own dick, my
Day be short, need coke, raid the fort
I'm knocked by the cops
Come blaze the court and though niggas
Die
niggas ain't playin'
Got my first choppa for a bill 50 (mane)
Mane I wish that bitch was still with me
As a juvenile, hid it by the club
Got
that my old man wasn't
I can't tour, fear of catchin' cases, litigation
Niggas playa-hatin', got me crooked in all fifty states
I'm screamin', "Death
for these kids as victims
Fuck the system
You give a kid 30 cent and think you sponsor somethin'?
I feed a village by myself nigga compton comin'
Purge
Started out with 50 cent
I'm not like many men
I grab her by the waist
Don't care if she BBL or slimmy thick
That money make my palmies itch
Coupe
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