Lyrics:
had long hair, I wont forget a face
Or the smell of manzanita, back wood ceder in the air
Its like sugar coating how our parents gloated at the 50 yard
am I in a dream
If she sold her product on the street probably be name supreme
Fifty cent make two quarters that's five dimes where is she
Women out
daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around
It's okay to check in that Motel 6
$59.95, not a cent more for that dirty-ass hoe
Yeah, stop by that
ours
And if y'all bodies was then
Y'all be built for war
And when I say hard body, homie
Not in a physical you either born with it or
Real niggas around
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
'm black
I might buy some cologne
I might buy me a hat
Tom ford 850
Just the smell like that
When I step on the scene
You can smell that pack
17 for a P
I
Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
Cuz I don't like y'all anyway
...And I don't like y'all anyway
Fuck all y'all!!
My watch talk
And it came with a 50
Most of y'all don't wanna see me winning
That nigga one cent just like a penny he flipping
It's Cup
Look
Yeah
We pop up
To your
that my shit harder than cement
Hoes that want money, I don't spare a cent
Bitch, I am super, just like I'm Clark Kent
All of the dogs can smell me
K%NZ?
Put these n****z on something
I know you can smell you the fumes
Thinking got your head rushing
Baddest shawty in the room
Prolly why your man
groupie, a dog like Tin, that's why you scared to step to me
Do we, have to result in fisticuffs?
See I get swifter myself, that's when the Ruck erupts
So
homework and they study real hard
i walk by these good looking girls
and they say you smell like moth balls!
wow you do fight well
yeah whatever dude jus
'm trappin' fifty sale after fifty sale
I gotta pause and get some fresh air, I can't do the smell
You a ho, they pull you out the car, you tell before you
cent they goin get ????
I got the things on fire let em burn
Kill everybody plus the women and the churn
Nigga huh, nigga what you goin learn
niggas don't fold or bend
If they do fold and bend
that ain't my nigga
I'm feeling like 50 cent
I'm a pimp with 21 q's and I need a best friend
And need I
Told your man take my number put it in his cell
I got fans in the trap, I got fans in them cells
Many men, Fifty Cent
I got fye like I'm Brent
I got mens
And them boys always folding on they cuh that could not be me
That's why I'm never lacking I'm like duh I keep that glock with me
Ion wanna hear it jit I
to be good enough
I lost a friend tonight jam Master Jay!
Rest In Peace! I send my love to his family!
50 Cent y'all!
I I I I stay gangsta'd up -
Niggas
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
My bitch so annoying
She be talking shit
All my niggas with me
Carrying them sticks
I'm bout making money
And Counting Benjamin's
50 on my neck
50
killed by me
The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my nigga Mr. S-T-are-A-N-G
Some of ya niggas be tryin' to pull the trigga
But I figure, I could bust that ass just
dollars and cents
50 ways to kill competition
Usin' animal ambition
Without restrictions
Cuz' this guy is different
And you mighta heard of it
But I
open-air, Tokyo to Delaware
Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked
You know I want way more than I already got
Give me a song with Eminem and 50
on Nostrum like a turtle
I be growin' Gusher by the P, it's fertile
(Phew, phew)
I might just fuck around, open dispensaries
They gonna talk about me for some
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