Lyrics:
the store and we both get 50 cent cakes
You heard what I said in that new shit I say
If you can't break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was
a masters, ay
I'm a bastard. In school when I passed work
It was by the cuff of my jeans
Said dont waste your time, or ya effort and mind
On the shit ya dont
a masters, ay
I'm a bastard. In school when I passed work
It was by the cuff of my jeans
Said dont waste your time, or ya effort and mind
On the shit ya dont
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
with seeds
Back to back blowing I couldn't even breathe
Now that shit come vacuum sealed by the Ps
I can't believe I got caught with them trees
I took
pistols, they still packin'
Have them dope fiends dialin' for crack
A drive by shootin' em' P, seven ain't shit
Brothers on the Southside ain't to be messed
violate the club niggas
Screaming what, what niggas, y'all a bunch of but niggas
Always want figures but never play the cut niggas
Talk mad shit but never
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
niggas run me
My shit or else, nigga
The Game's to be sold, Blood, not to be told
Blood the chronic get broke down
Backwoods get rolled up
Yup, fifty
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
come rewind
When you see us you better pay homage
I'm on some combat shit
Like early day Carcass
How you identify a body from they cartilage?
50 deuce,
shit is cold like the snow
Snakes in the grass, cut it down 'fore it grows
Shit talk till I got the chrome
Aim it and click out windows
Might have
wrist. Y'all been paying for my kicks by my bitch out the designer shit. Spoiled rotten like my daughters, I had to change for my kids. I had to change how
raps
50 Cent raps I'd rather let
Eminem call me 50 niggas
Than break bread wit a
Rich nigga readin scripture
By the way, if you're Aryan
Nation - FUCK
(Tre is that a band?)
Im finna get out the hood
Just to come back in some new shit
They say Im misunderstood
Give a fuck about ya two cents
I see
bout money swear that I don't give a shit
Pockets fat I got a limp
I grew up on 50 cent
I'm gone die or gone get rich
Love no thot and trust no bitch
and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny's, I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent, I got a job for your father
I'm tryna help with the rent, I came up from
cop me
In the back of the cab, this hoe sucking dick from the front seat
This her aftermath, like I got 50 Cent on me (straight stacks)
Trap spot's
try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between
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
fifty cent, in a bad predicament
The gon' bust your head by them dead green presidents
Wipin' down the evidence, shooters at my residence
All this
but fifty cents in yo pocket
Don't know what to spend it on, hoping you don't drop it
Like a bad habit, spending on what you want
Not on what you need,
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
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