Lyrics:
If you work five days you get paid for three
Two days goes to the Governments pockets for free
Volume up
You heard this
Good business is fifty fifty
selling 50s
Don't want no huncho, not the M, I want the billi
And you against me, in the way if you ain't with me
I got all these niggas sick, I be running
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
50 Cent ciara
I'm focused, man (DarkChild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me I handle my
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
a foursome, pussy, that's triple oral
My chains so deep down in the ocean, I see shrimp and coral (yeah)
Boy, your watch a forty-one, I do fifty or more
I'm
shit's disgusting
So I keep the Off right on my belt
Alone is dangerous, always contemplating
Don't mind walking by myself
I hate talking to myself
But my
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
of OG. Yeah, I go berserk. That's three fifty, twelve hundred, or fifty. For what it's worth. Yo, for what it's worth you want a quarter ounce. Ninety nine
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
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
(Hook)
Bitch you sick of this shit
Man I sick of this shit
Late night sipping this shit
Guess I'm living this shit
I'm just shooting no miss
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
toast
By fate
Rugga chose the name
Now Im da man at da dice game
Who tryna get struck
I always play the lightning
Casino got a shot
Such a sight man
When
of weapons when sexin'
Keep your two cents and suggestions (swerve)
Too lit with a nigga watch what i do with it
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by
to bless me
Wit a ill ass flow and sick ass dough
Where it don't make no sense that hundreds and cents and
Thousands of dollars ice freezes my collar
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
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
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
young niggas about to spend
They know I throw loco when it's about my Benjamin
Feelin' just like 50 Cent, hated by so many men
Woke up like a bank
I can feel it in my sixth sense, six cents left for the Vega
I ain't fuckin with a backwood, lungs black it ain't doin' me no favors
Used ta used ta
eight ball
And a fifty cent razor
A nigga still tryna catch
Up twenty bricks later, uh (Ha ha ha)
I just want my worth, is that too much?
Load my pistol
fifty pounds
That's bad karma
Smoked a blunt off lemon tree and
Ate some fish and grit's
Gave her a quarter mil and she
Jumped on the plane at six
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