Lyrics:
Nothing is new, Bitches get nude
For me...Damn it I'm rude
Classic
Me in pursuit, Of dollars God damn if my pillows not goose
Damn it
I'm surrounded by
to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
50 Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never see
to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
Fifty Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
brush in the face, pussyclat thats a rude boy.
Ladies Drop dat ass real quick to the floor
And bring your ass like a chevy 64
for my people makin money
give her more than 50 cent
Asked her body count she said many many many men
Different flavors, different colors like some M&M's
Nigga fuck yo battle rap,
leaning on the fence
Tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster
Real big wheel when a gun is in his
and what you drive, and when you home too
Shit be real, I'll probably know when you alone too
Boy you a bitch, that's why yo people 'nem disowned you
You
ah mini van
tell em feel fifty cent im wanted dead by many men... (tell em get up wit me)
glocky with attachments but I started with ah taurus we was
they holy
Out here counting up how much you bitches owe me
He know I'm that bitch all these other hoes is phonies
I'm not 50 cent but have my money by
start thinking that's just who I am
Reminisce back we when my ma had the van
I would see 50 cent on TV throwing bands
Thinking one day ill have cash
You love that hood that you represent
You bout that working and all that money spent
A nigga owe you every cent
My niggas hustle hard just to pay
make it urgent
My young boy in Camden, don't do scamming, he got dog food
No respect for copycats, this yard we be play by dog rules,
Woo, In this yard
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about
the roof
He landed on Mercer by Versace
Last time they see me I'll
Be shootin' out the Masi
Gucci tearaway suit's, Jesus
Make two bricks out of one
Wipe your
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
when I stashed the loot from Woopty Woop
And the same exact place Biggie Smalls got popped at
Unsolved by the boys in blue
Hundred niggas outside
leaning on the fence
Tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster
Real big wheel when a gun is in his
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
Get it by any costs
By any means
You know that they are my enemy
I can't be going for 30 or 40 or 50 I gotta go hundred like Chamberlain
Clock
everything lock up
Boy a go run like wen bolt run the track up
Man a real killer just like Claude massup
Me na like WhatsApp
Real g’s don’t gossip
Stay off
a lick then I went and copped a Maybach
All shawty wanted was a dope boy (dope boy)
Never save a hoe like a lifeguard
And I got the molly by
when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with
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