Lyrics:
the pain
Having no money come my way
But now I'm making money even when I sleep
Eyes wide awake, but I really need a dream
We hustle, hustle
I go by Weezy,
A Charleston Chew, it might take me all day to eat it but hey, but hey
Candy equals energy, now four quarters, or sometimes even fifty cents, a dollar
That's in
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
wants Barney, cool, I'm gettin' it
Took him down to Kay-Bee, they ain't sellin' it
Here we go with the crying, yo he's throwing fits
My blood
(Thank you, Bizounce)
(Luci, LuciG)
What's love to a broken heart? (Yeah)
Want love? Got to know your part (your part)
I can tell by her hair
to the nightmares of the sea
And the music plays on, as the bride passes by
Caught by his spell and the mariner tells his tale
Driven south to the land
it is, East West all day
I go by the name of- ahh don't worry 'bout that
(All around the world) Come take a trip, ma
(All around the world) Come
me offensive
Hence, if I should draw the line or any fences
If so, to what extents, if
Any, should I go? 'Cause it's getting expensive
Being
Oh yeah
In these days of changing ways
So called liberated days
A story comes to mind of a friend of mine
Georgie boy was gay I guess
Nothin'
hands where my eyes can see
Yo, everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was
50, Tweezy, Obie,
I smoke the shit
50 Cent, look what you damn did
Took a ’94 nigga from the hood, made him be
Now every ho want a kid from the Kidd Kidd
They tripped,
us, not me, got 49 cent in my Guess jeans
And my chain is 1 mill' that's 1 mill' more than your deal
I'm so trill [Incomprehensible]
I'm sittin' tall,
on stilts on these hoes (woo)
Fuck ya' baby daddy right now (right now)
Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (pound)
Go down, eat it up, don't drown
Mac n'
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
westside again
Go get your ties again
You muthafuckas still ain't take a vacation
If you come back then we go again
Dre ridin' again westside again
Go get
I done came too far to go back
And too hard to go soft
I'm fulfilling my wishes (I got swag)
But Auntie always say I'm losing my britches
(I'm from
embraceable you
Embrace me, you irreplaceable you
Don't be a naughty baby, come to mama,
Come to mama do
I will go home, I will try again
I will catch
right there, keep me right by myself
Just hit me a lick, put that shit on myself
Just hit me a lick, put that shit on myself
My first fifty thou, spend
interrupted by a doorbell
3:52, who the hell is this?
I gets up quick, cocks my shit
Stop the dogs from barkin', then proceed to walkin'
Its a face that I
in the cup
Booty shakin' like hell, yeah
Have you seen those Big Tymers pull up in the front of the club
24s like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen 50
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
put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
shakin' it around a little?
O-o-o oh! Oh my goodness, look at her go!
Oooh! I'm dancing!
Ain't this what living is really all about?
Here's your fifty
stereo
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (to my stereo) "Come on"
Oh, oh-oh, oh, just sing along to my stereo (let's go)
If I was an old-school, fifty
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