Lyrics:
She be taking that Percocet
Fucking this bitch god damn she so wet
I was just in Chicago I saw fifty cent
We had to pay for good parking who got
hoes ain't worth fifty cent)
Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh, I just told my nigga that he gotta get rich or die tryin' (yeah, yeah)
I'm livin' life very fast, I
Ain't even got my own style. Sometimes I'm 50 Cent.
But I ain't got not bullets. And I ain't bullet proof.
And you can take your aim, but you can't
dead like I'm 50 cent
They put 50 on my head they tryna get me dead
You feel my pain and you really feel the same say yeah yeah
Yeah yeah ohh
Stood by
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
barrel by, too gun shy to hitch a ride
Got two quarters and a dime, cup of coffee costs a buck
Fifty cents to place a call, payphone's ripped right out
on the dishes and counter
I would see em every hour
Cold water in the shower
Just needed 50 cents to feel the power
Block always loud seen ferns sniffing
that's a fact
I keep that ass fed and i keep that ass fat
I keep on doing something cause you keep on coming back
I feel like fifty cent cause i keep
a question and I
Need the answer on the spot
That bitch you with she like you
Or she like what you got
It's 50 Cent and M-O-B-B breath easy
We ain't finna kill
back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW
Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars!
Respect my gangsta
I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha
I know +50
that ass fed and i keep that ass fat
I keep on doing something cause you keep on coming back
I feel like 50 cent cause i keep getting the strap
That's
Trauma sensitizes the brain to pain
The cooccurrence between trauma and chronic pain is something like 50 per cent up to 80 per cent
So if you've had
The game took a turn crazy its all gravy
Thanks to 50 cent and shady they goin' play me
These lil' niggas can't phase me
They just babies
Play me
Walkman
And I started walking and nodding
And bobbing my head along to 50 cent
He was poppin
Back when he dropped
Get Rich or Die Tryin
I felt so gangster
take some damage
She just took my jacket
And my jacket had a thousand in it
Fuck I'll never fuck with hoes Again
Fifty cent up to a dolla
Imma stack it
just the apple series 5 on my wrist
You ain't talking bout no money then you ain't making sense
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s
to blank it out
Dark thoughts come around, I just ring em out
And when the rage settles in that's when it goes down
That's when I begin to drown
Feel I'm out
by
Girl, nevermind (girl, nevermind)
We're out of time, my only one
So just hold on tight, and don't slow my nights, my love can
This life will
family good some days, yeah
Remember havin' 50 cent to my name for lunch
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We was sittin' on the couch watchin' He
or gon' say it
Police comin' 'round where we post up and we sling at
Supposed to hold me down if you my bro, just don't say that
Too much hate around
Frrdah
Frrdah
This some F shit, nigga
Yeah, I see that Smitty and that Glock, let me get by
Yeah, aye, that's yo' brother outside? We might just tag
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
Its the way i live my life
Always give 100 take back 50
Give one 100 and i take back 50
Dont have anytime to be so thrifty
Dont need a shrine just
blind you
We walk around just playin' the violin behind you
Enough with all the pissin' and moanin', whinin' and bitchin'
Sit and observe, listen,
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