Lyrics:
D**k lemme die on it
Bi 50 cent me I just wanna get rich or die trying
I am done trying but e be like say I am not dying
I just wanna get rich just want
don't need the lies bitch
I can do just find bitch
Lost it all __ planty times
I don't need no fuck'n lies
By myself __ I do fine
I can leave this shit
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be
Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be false
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
and Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
King of the Road
(Roger Miller)
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to left fifty cents
No phone, no poolm no pets
I ain't got
I'm putting in time
Relationship starting to get sticky
It's me and my circle, you ain't with me
Whole crew going up
Whole crew know it's 50-50
In
up in that Tesla. The Hummer is comin.
Dropped fifty stacks on the crib, I’m out here stuntin.
And guess what I’m doin the dash, 0-60 in three.
Matter
New York Stand up one
Time, The Dirty south Came with
Me this time homie yeaaaa, hey
No matter how much you try you
Can't stop me now no
Matter how
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
touch me
Me. That cost 50 cents
Whatever I still got plenty left
I'm in the zone. Danger. Twilight. Name it
Heart rate rise while climb in the rankings
Kodak Blacker
Doo-doo under the bed
Fifty cent a day
Wich one should be my rapper name?
(Foenem Radio, bitch)
I also wanna give a shoutout
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
to the grave where you noticed I was gay uh huh, uh huh
An ice cream truck
Drives my way by
Popsickle sticks for 50 cents man
My mouth is blue
I lost my keys
through by servin y'all
And only cause my man heard of y'all
Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all
[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodles
over 50 cent get the strap
Rental cars from Silver Boys, we pullin up in black
Life's a gamble, no fish table, we high stacks
You niggas fake, I know
it to them raw, don't ask my agent for permission
Only a matter of time before they notice the difference
It ain't another like him, everything he do
doc I think we got an SOS
So it's time to save this damsel in distress
Time to put an S on my chest
You can find me in the club with 50 Cent
DJ put
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