Lyrics:
nothing is funny
Still feel the emptiness inside even with all that money
Don’t you?
Money’s not the evil
There is a bigger issue
They’ll do anything for it
20mgs Clonazepam, another 5 of Ativan
Try to psychoanalyse him
Tell him he's a good man
Insert him with a new program
Tell him he can hear the hands
you ride for me?
Well I'ma die for you
Would you die for me?
Obviously, we all know you type of cats, let they man get struck
Never strike back,
doing right but I was trapped in hell
Had mad ideas, sad eyes and tears
Years of fears, but yo my foes couldn't bear
I searched for the truth since my
talkin' 'bout (gang)
Couple cars, full rang, 12-change, nigga (gang)
Eight niggas with fifty shots
I'ma do me ask money who the fucking man
Walking
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
like 50 sins
100 bands or 50 cents
Shit don't matter keep it 100 man
That's what's I tell me on my cloud
Yes I'm a humble man
Say it out loud
Make them
doing right but I was trapped in hell
Had mad ideas, sad eyes and tears
Years of fears, but yo my foes couldn't bear
I searched for the truth since my
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
remnants of stars inside every orifice
Bet we blast that energy
I'm a fifty cent vinyl by an Austrian band
I am an overbearing zealot socialized like a man
Robin and Crystal do
But Crystal's single, Bonnie's broke, and her niggas too (ha)
I can do bad by myself, went from rags to wealth
From Jags
do that
Got a flight in an hour, got my bags all packed
Bring it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 bags pow
Want me to take ya to the club
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
Jew is you, Jeremiah fourteen and two
Enforced by the Hebrew
Ya hovered by the eagle, America is evil
Let no man deceive you, beat you,
Life's at a standstill, dangerous cause man kills
And still cats visualize life ghetto like
One mind, sometime these cats see life
Street life in
[B.G.]
Baby gangsta got an A.K.
With 50 shots for that ass
We play it raw on V.L.
If you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my trigga finga is
change up the topic
Cuz I aint 50 Cent This aint no 21 Questions
I don’t give a damn or understand what you talking
I Told you I aint 50 I ain't lookin for
peaceful
Here They think poverty is divine and wealth is root of evil
I don’t do family by blood I don’t do tribe I don’t do religion
I only do the benefit
The look
The sauce
The bag
You gotta pay me in cash
Went out and got me a bag
That's why them niggas is mad
Most of them stuck on the past
Too busy
know that it's
A mad mad mad mad world
And you know I'm tryna change for ya
Change for ya, no you know that I can change for ya
Change for ya, man you
in the winter having cookouts
Smack by witch, look out
I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us
They mad 'cause we jump outta cabs,
and what speaks to you
Well it isn't divine, it's evil by design, do you know how it feels when your love's
Injected to a soul too old, but your love was
Lucy right beside him
Yeah you'd think she'd have a clue
Man she had no idea on earth
What he was about to do
In a world where we're all running round
he hands me the ketchup
And now we're finally drivin' away
And the food is drivin' me mad
With its intoxicating bouquet
I'm starvin' to death
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