Lyrics:
got some more in store
When I get through throwin' it on
You gotta' come back for more
Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing
at the zoo, cause the trenches had grabbed me
50 cents for chips, 2 for a dollar, break a bag, not stingy
She got a cute face, I compliment, bet I be in her
of Floyd done put that fear into many men
Many men
Fifty Cent Many Men
I'm not a fan can't pretend
Shit get crazy where my baby
Rock my baby FN
Shorty mad
the dollars
Got more if ya xxx will swallow
She shaking it by the roba hoping it by the Bentley
She know that I'm high and tipsy now drop it n gimme 50
She
Kick that bitch out last week
cnd she still on my dick
I just came wit a 50 ball
cnd a 50 clip
No I'm not 50 cent Nigga
Ion got no sense
Big hunna
like I'm OG King
Wished death upon by many men, like I was 50 Cent
I've been standing out on them street lights, on some foreign engineer
Big booty
Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em
me hounding me trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watching her
this shit
Stay close to my pastor every day I repent
Use to blow all my money now I stack every cent
And fuck some new friends I'm still rolling with
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
My life is passing me by investing in snapping Kodaks
I don't know if this field is mine I'll brace for blow backs
I'm a goner dead in the water I
the good kid
They took his life
She want her baby back, like a cooked rib
But that’s just life, where I’m from
If there’s a shining star
Hope my city is not
I be hoping you don't get to see, roller coaster my devotions on different speed. (I'm gone) back in the spots where they going. Flying 747 Boeing.
me for my Air Max 95's
Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride and if I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm
flights are tragic
Laughing straight to the bank
50 cent
Tryna make a dollar outta 15 cents
Jet lag but I still can't sleep
Sleep's for the rich
Niggas
rather see us ignorant, control the information
Keeping us from asking questions covering signs of corruption
You can say that I'm paranoid to avoid
doctor
I'm just rapping
Ke tlisa action
Ke Morepha
A volcano spazzing
Where your bags at
Get to packing
I need a bad mami fast
She attractive
I'm back
Intro: (50 Cent)
(Two street kids now men, its sad it had to end this way, But before i go into that...lets start from the begining....)
Intro: (50
a pawn
Since I've been shopping for beef
Ima take all you pussies at once
Orgy at dawn
Eminem passed the Paton
I'm been lapping rappers
I'm gone
Back with
hardy, burbs now im movin in
Acres so big ima need me a landscape
50cent cake i turned to a pancake
Smack down, 50 bands, shit raw
Best producer turnt
too close
I'm tryna chase me a dream
And turn em to blue notes
Fuck being humble I'm in it to win it
Saved by the trap this a different religion
Come
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
don't make cents/sense
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't shit; niggaz talkin 'bout me
But they really ain't shit, they
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