Lyrics:
to listen up, listen up baby
PreChorus : You ain't livin' till your loving so let's be romantic
Girl you're all I need to get by, you're my kinda girl
think I'm a play if you want
But the facts that remain
If I got an AK and you don't
Well then playa you gone
Don't get me wrong
P**** n****s wanna
But I don't need to act tough, I know what city I'm in
I don't trust many men, they not worth more than a buck fifty
And if you think you tough then
could last forever
Only if you'd agree
To take my hand and we stay together
Together tend any weather
Whether it be rain, sleet, or snow
Or shine
I got
guac
If you tryna play both sides of this power struggle, here's 50 cents, go call up Tareq
Im like Giannas, a freak with these words, you reek
change nigga, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone,
make no sense
Getting rich Counting cents__ damn my life is marvelous
I everyday I walk in tint
You might miss it if you squint
From the gods I was sent
don't believe you)
Murder (fuck around and leave you)
Murder (I don't believe you)
Murder, murder (your life's on the line)
Y'all niggas don't want
I'm magnificent,
Won't change, hmm 50 cents
Mood depends
On... what... mood you in
You'd... damn.. make the cutest kid
Please forgive
Sorry it's
Uh huh
Uh huh
Whoo
Yeah, yeah, let's get it
Fuck you
cy, yeah
What up my niggas and niggettes
If you ain't know by now, yeah I been next
Gained
the store and we both get 50 cent cakes
You heard what I said in that new shit I say
If you can't break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was
'bout
And I wanna know if I can change it, let's take you out
Private flight to France, such a change in trends
I bought her a Richard, now she dance
Put that in your pipe and smoke it
Bitch take your shoes off, before you step up in my shit
I flip a pack and then I go buy me some kicks
I just sip
niggas be capping ain't doing nun if they shit they say in the wraps
Claim you a gangsta and claim that you trapping
We ran in yo spot and we took all yo
your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga?
(YEAH) , you thugged out? (YEAH)
50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year
(YEAH) you bust your gun
a bigger house
it be the fakest ones who smile with the biggest mouth
If I got a dollar in my pocket and it's 2 of us
Then I really got like 50 cents
the bar if you raise the swords go to
War and bang some more my face restored I'm Jason Voorhis in ancient form
I'm like a relic stuck in a different time
ain't a rapper but if I was
This ain't some shit that I could rap after
Caught up in the rapture
You call yourself a factor you're lame
Paving a way Bob
My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice (uh, brr)
Said if I leave her, she gon' die
Well, bitch, you done with life (okay)
Better not pull up
forever hustle with my mystic hoes
And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich
Till then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
hoes want chicken feed
Ain't none of these hoes worth 50 cents
So break these ladies all you pimps
Never have this much fun anywhere, to go back home, I
around, I got sticky hands
If you got a hoe, I'm calling Flo, he gone hit her friend
'Cause I'm taking yours, then I'm taking out the middle man
men, get rich or die like I'm 50 Cent
Remember when life was the simplest, back when I didn't have fifty cent
Sober now, I'm takin' Yoga classes
I'm
man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a juks, bitch
Motherfucker teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
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