Lyrics:
Turbulence
Zero suit caskets
Unexpected nuisance
Short 50 cents (Game over)
Alien world beneath my feet
Ship guidance, code repeats
Spirits left should deplete
of my Bentley Coup
Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, can't recoup
I'll be damned if you get more points than me
Sell more joints than me
ain't no tryna talk it out
I got 50 on this chopper, tryna chalk you niggas out
Spin your bin with these sticks, tryna knock you niggas down
No playin'
a rush
Like 50cent want payback from his shady loan like sheesh! (yeah, yeah, uh, what, what)
I didn't think I'm ready until I heard them say
They finna go
skirt
She dances barefoot an' her feet don't hurt
We drink pa-pays by the moonlit shore
And when we kiss she hollers "More, More, More
to buy some more chains for some more guys
Let me find another street nigga I can take to the game courtside
Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper, take
a kneeboard
Hello, hello, my ace man, my mellow
John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no
I could take some Pro Wings, make 'em cool, sell
Run me my reparations, my nigga I need it all
Nah, I ain't got no patience my nigga, i'm tryna ball
Need my shit by tomorrow
I feel like big worm,
army all by my lonely
I barely got any homies cause niggas they be so phoney
It's more than rhymes, I'm a picture painter, a artist of rhythm
The rapping
am I taking home, I can take my pick
50/50 in fur coats, so please no finger prints on his mink
I tip the bar tender more money, than I spend
Livin' dat, yo what's up black?
Well its my third day home and not a cent to my name
No jobs they claim I'm back in the drug game
I need some money in
Yo, listen mmm
Remember me?
I was on police cars on Channel U 2003
So when I tell you it's 10 years
In fact it's more like 13
And when I was 13
raps
50 Cent raps I'd rather let
Eminem call me 50 niggas
Than break bread wit a
Rich nigga readin scripture
By the way, if you're Aryan
Nation - FUCK
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
money
When Fox makes a request to recast a black for a blond honey
The media had some nerve Chapelle pulls the race card
Staff encouraged ignorant skits
50 Cent, Ludacris, Public Enemy, ScHoolboy Q
I was rapping with artists I'd never heard of before
Who ripped the mic in ways I'd never seen in person
The smoke be so heavy and know we got plenty so we just go say that we toke by the tree
Ain't toting no semis but know that we ready I feel like
I'm Freddy
The non-resistible, non-competible
No, No I'm not sayin' I'm the best, I'm just sayin' I'm fuckin' incredible!
And let's just make one more thing understood
That if
(Oh, the wine cooler)
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
family good some days, yeah
Remember havin' 50 cent to my name for lunch
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We was sittin' on the couch watchin' He
to the telly we do what she want to do
Feel like I'm curtis jack she ain't worth 50 cent
I could easily replace her on the internet
These hoes be fucking for
like you and those who hate you Is wide different
So you can’t always be the hero in some stories you are The villain
Will you be a hero with a 50 cent
I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[50 Cent]
Nigga now gotta let me break it down for you how it's gon' be
You don't wanna fuck with Snoop cause then
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