Lyrics:
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
about who's a bigger star, Joe, Jada or Ja?
So close but so far
So many with no start
I can't believe 50 Cent and NY fell off
Then LA came back, then
Uh
Ima star I ain't ducking no action
It's the remix
Ima star I ain't ducking no action
Look
I needa bigger bag then my last one (Check)
Money tall
(for real)
Dope fiend beggin' for a dollar from me (what?)
But all I got is fifty cents for a cigarette (here)
Landlord in my apartment knockin'
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
my hood so you don’t get a pass
I’m on the highway, 50 bricks on the bypass
Cook up a brick, break down a brick
Coca on my knuckles looking like ash
ah check
Hair slayed
That's ah check
What's round my neck
Cost a check
Need mo commas
With my checks
Counting da 50s & 100s
A check
1st ya get money
)
Turning a G to a milli (To a mill)
I'm just married to major money
So sorry to Minnie Dlamini (Oh Lord)
Let's get it
I'm grinding I'm winning
I'm talking
motherfucker get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES
Yep, I'm a motherfucking trip
ain't on no lovey dove shit (as we proceed)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
You're my bottom girl (tell me what you need)
You're the one, I put the rock on
You're
bitch I got some coupes I got some 50 cent: (You should be here) jeeps I got some more shit I stay wit some hoes 'cause I use the tools I keep a benz I
shit, it was ninety-nine cents (bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else has been
on top even from the rear yeah
Call in sick to work
Can't get worse, damn I'm a jerk
I'm all alone and I'm trippin' my girl
I keep on missin
Got me
do perc's or get Xani'd up
But I keep the smoke
Some people broke, they money funny
Don't repeat the joke
Watch how you speak to folk
Stay on ya toes
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I
things
Escape whenever you want
They don't know
How I hit it by the fire
And your legs stretch wider and it just get tighter
They don't know
That you're
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
me a lethal weapon like I'm Murtaugh if you go against the grain then it's your Loss say I'm getting too fat need to workout
Shit I get that money
before
It wasn't like this before
50 Cent, I'm makin hit's now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard
I'm the shit now some bitches changed
'cause they
homie then
Just on da one hunnid tip
I be feeling like 50 cent,
My haters be like mini mes,
I Get hated on by many men
Pimp my pen for dividends,
I get Texas Chainsaw Massacre
You will get Freddy Krueger part 6 and
Final Destination part 3
Trust me I'll push your wig back
This ain't a fair clash
You and your partna them, you can get dollars then (ha)
Trickin' ain't in my blood (nope), but I'ma make it rain
I'm too rich for dollar bills, I
You and your partna them, you can get dollars then (ha)
Trickin' ain't in my blood (nope), but I'ma make it rain
I'm too rich for dollar bills, I
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