Lyrics:
of a storm
Damp souls seek out sunlight
I'm in such a fine position
Blind sin gotta follow my intution
I'm in run when it tells me to run
Cool stillness
by a place called ‘Monkey and Me’
The best meal you’ll ever see
Came to the city to follow his dream
Open up his own eatery
A partnership that was
I throw my 2 cents in
Well make it 5 percent then
If black man is God then
The ghetto must be heaven under fire
Holy war against the races
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
for a good time call
You say that I'm the only one you loved
But you spent the night on 50 cents tour bus
How am I the only one you ever loved?
dead, got me feelin' like 50
(21) you went and wrote a statement
So we call you a Mickey (On God)
Keep a 4-5 Nicki
Don't get hit with the blicky (Straight
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
Jeff comes back with his Technics 12
We slap high fives and start cause it's time to raise hell
Bam is right beside me, people rushin the door
Charlie
the collar. Follow me 'cause my dollars
Makin' more cents than common.
Robbin' you for your money and your
Diamonds endangerin' your species,
More like
Vanilla gifties
Five years later, self-scan, still it hit for fifty
Hitter finna drop a UAV, really got killers with me
Hi-C, deuce of Wock', Y-3, newest
never could've told it
And I don't blame 50 Cent dawg turned the game around
The same thang I'm bou tto do now put this in ya mouth
[Chorus]
50 cent
I ain’t even worth a cent but I’m heaven sent
I’m hellbent on getting it on
By the bar I see a black blonde
(As I approach)
Hello ma’am, you
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
ripleys I done been in the hood tryna get shit 50 cent I might die tryna get rich call her phone just see who my bitch bring the guys wit me now we got this
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
to leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my family my music
Might co-write
at the motherfucker, snatch back at the motherfucker
Bust caps at the motherfucker... motherfucker!
One-Time up in the Valle-Jo
Follow me and Bo to Sacramento
Spend
to leave me for dead you comin with me
Gettin head in the Bentley red at one fifty
Straight lose it, love two things my family my music
Might co-write
love it
From Washington to Franklin whether grinding or ganking
Getting money gives a sensation that leaves me captivated
Fascinated by the thought
nigga to step get deleted by death
undefeated ain't no thang to put that body to rest
chest filled with smoke yokin' niggas up by the collar.
Follow
within
The coin that I commit to the collection plate
I resent the senseless - bent incensed
The scent is intense - present my cent
Impressed by praise
By yo homie
Gotta keep the grass low
Watch out for the snakes
Know we
Boutta blow
Just uping up the stakes
If its
Me and bro
Splitting 50 cent cakes
I eat, sleep, cook, fuck in a twin bed
Get choked by this bass, see my face running red
Like red light, green light, make it to the bend
Make me
confuse me for a villain
Fifty racks in my Amiris, I ain't stressin' 'bout no bitches
Nigga, I ain't stressin' 'bout no eater
It get hot up in the winter
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