Lyrics:
long jazz, fifty cents
eighty-five percent with no parole in parenthesis
the north memphis president, here to set the record straight
rob, steal, kill,
I remember drinking 50 cent nutties
Sittin' on the stoop
Listenin' to 'Gimme The Loot'
The truths were hard and the
Lies were in abundance
Back when
PG pirates get the win
Can't forget the times Living in the creek As a kid
Candy lady selling ice cream cones for fifty cent
We use to steal penny
Aye
Aye
Bow bow
What it do Nate
You ready? (Yeah)
Alright hold up hold up hold up think we got one there
(Aye) Twenties and fifties and hundreds
We
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
todavía son erráticos
Wisin y yandel!
The warriors jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que
the succas , put them in the ground ain have 50 cent to to my name, I hit for 50 pounds
Don't attach my name to that club, they fuck with Mickey Mouse soon
to hit the streets
The homie on probation, make him sit up in the back
'Bout to hit the weed spot and get another sack
I said, the homies in the Cutlass
Its the way i live my life
Always give 100 take back 50
Give one 100 and i take back 50
Dont have anytime to be so thrifty
Dont need a shrine just
handled homey checks Like a banking eagle
Knew the insides of tax laws And hiding yo dough
Cause my homie kept Increasing every cent in his Flow
He could
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
Ricky Bobby, I be cruisin'
I just did a song with 50 Cent, don't give a fuck about him nigga, two-some
Overseas, talkin' guapanese, twisting lids with
50 cent, uh llod banks, uh
Young Buck, uh game Nigga' G-Unit
Haha it's easy man, it's easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle
No more dice games dillemas
we would never get old
Went from loosies and buses, and fifty cent sodas
And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers
Mad years passed ,still got each
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
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
to that
It was Eminem and Backstreet Boys
Fifty Cent in the club bumping New Noise
Linkin Park
And Street Sharks
Red power ranger could you call me Tony
the Lac
Never slackin on the back of the track
I'm a fool that's a fact
Then again I ain't having that when
It comes to flowing I'm sick
Bitch, give me 50
and we stay sucka free
I don't what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a motha dolla outta me
Break u off with 50 cent for the bus and I'm out
If it
they show me love
50 cent got gorillas in unit
Solid lil' nigga like concrete yuh
Movin' like some water but I'm high as fuck
Hop out the whip bout that
Many Men by 50 Cent
You owe me money I'm petty like Curtis pay your rent
I swear these Niggas stunt for the gram but pockets be on lint
No Air Up There
my rhymes
I'm feeling it, Killing it, breaking it
Like niggz are breaking up like 50cent and Lloyd Bank
A lot of money now in the bank too
Chilling
50 Cent, Ludacris, Public Enemy, ScHoolboy Q
I was rapping with artists I'd never heard of before
Who ripped the mic in ways I'd never seen in person
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