Lyrics:
be getting crazy
Trying to put me in a dead end
But I never thought to give up
Man, I rather be a dead man
Get rich or die trying
Like 50 Cent
And its
gon' whack me, nigga? (Whack me)
Know I keep that phew-phew-phew when I'm in traffic, nigga (gang-gang-gang)
On that 50 Cent, G-Unit shit, boy, I ain't
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
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
one's the dime
But it's not worth the least
No, that would be the nickel
Yeah the five cent piece
So the dime is worth ten
The nickel is five
Next up is
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
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
send me nine shots to 50 cent me
Get laid to rest by niggas that love to misrepresent me
Cuz content in my writtens ain't talking about no Bentley
This
it, it’s still tense
This factory produces gears
Flaw’s to be swept by machines
Crimson sun always dies beyond
Crimson sun always dies beyond horizon
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
outweighing
And it’s pulling me down I'm just downplaying
Sipping on the ‘Covos has got me swaying
Like 50 Cent I’m patiently waiting
Yeah I’m on my grind, I
niggas be the best of friends
And fall out over pussy and wanna dead they man
One of my niggas in the grave the other one in the pen
She fucking my enemies
to forget
Russian nigga on de club was fuckin
Like a 50 cent
I ain’t black
But I have black soul
Niggas in de Paris
Give respect yo
All bitches are the same
tubbie im at da loft on da top floor u know im wit da gang dem my vatos dey gone go wherever i go and dey down to knock meat out ya taco we push up 50 deep
and you ain't even sneeze
Vienna sausages, noodles, ain't no Micky D's
Get 50 cent, hit the corner store for them hot Cheetos and the chili cheese
Ice cream
Music killers
With itchy trigger fingers
Finger fucking lemon Squeezers
Brownsville Ebenezer
Rome the streets like Caesar
Hood scholars took 50 cent
life thought I was worthless
Never knew what my worth was
Take a look inside my soul where the hurt is
For 50 cent and you ain't gotta call me Curtis
cigarettes on my head
Cops on the lead, chasing they be shooting
2 Dead on the spot, Nigga died a thug life
Money make life go round and dive
I need a pool in
Humble Money, nigga, all my life I had to move mean
Tryna get rich like 50 cent, but this ain't no movie scene
Lil' nigga, big steppa, yeah, I call
Y'all want some evidence, I'll show it
Hated on by many men
Got me feeling like my names 50 Cent
I'm reality, you a gimmick
Chuck me a fire ass beat I'll
can rap rap the Hustla! The Hustla!
He supposed to be The Hustla
Man you don't know shit about 50
Slabs up in the crack pack
Writin' verses in the dope
99 cents
Bag it, poppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passing up on those moccasins someone else has been walking in
Bummy
and just like that I'm gone
Sorry, you said
Suddenly I couldn't be mad
You was Just running, got too excited
To get cotton candy in the carnival fair
I was
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
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