Lyrics:
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
leading with commitment
Yeah
Line it up I need that money counted
Times been tough there’s no way around it
By 23 yeah I’ll be living free
But I been
the rip
Heard ya man got shot he kept running his lips
I say what I want bitch I'm young 50 cent
Nigga slide in the car but the Drake left a dent
Ya man so
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
bird on me
Nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money
Man that shit comin' in digit's
I got 50 cents on me
What did you care?
etc. etc.
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Anything and everything can be so easily institutionalised,
A poor parody of itself. Itself contained by itself.
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
cents, need that 50
When I hit that opp it's hot
A town linkop gets sticky
Spent two days in shackles
Now I'm in chains in a different city
Two nights in
and a quarter
And I'm just rarin' theclown
But don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more that I'm gonna keep
I don't care if you're young or old
and a quarter
And I'm just rarin' theclown
But don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more that I'm gonna keep
I don't care if you're young or old
times
Cats have been spared
Cats should've been dead
You'd think that would be enough for
Cats to turn to Christ
But I guess sometimes you gotta
Learn
If these niggas be outside trust they gettin' hit
Keep it 100 with u pop your ass for 50 cent
I'm tryna shake up on da game remember 50 cent
All
the Slaughter's came up
'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent
Because of my relationship with
the Slaughter's came up
'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent
Because of my relationship with
what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
This relationship is all that it's cracked up to be
Never lack lust in that
turned her round, and then I fucked her gave her 50 cents
Fuck her from the back,all she wanted was some hot chips
Hope you know by now I'm Young reckless
when he had 50 Cent (50 Cent)
Like Rick Ross did when he found Meek (Found Meek)
Like Young Thug did when he found Keed (Keed talk to 'em)
My whole
flick and shit
All my niggas G's
In a unit like I'm 50 cent
If a nigga owe me imma
Pop him for that 50 cent
Heard he was the police
So we shot him for
it's like I was fifty-cent
On a Road to riches, I flipped the stoves, tremendous
I cooked them oes, I did it. I had them hoes stupendous
Transportation
Benjamin kid
Don’t push my buttons might not make it out like 50 cent did
Know many men who talk that talk but nigga I ain’t scared
It’s gon be em niggas
Lot of shit that I kept in I probably should of said nigga
Don't be trying to look alive if u gon' end up dead nigga
My li'l shorty homicidal so she
biddies
Homie slide through and i only charge em 50
Yeah, I might just go blow some O's
I just feel that right to my dome
All this time that I spent alone
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