Lyrics:
I'll give you good and plenty ('94)
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green
a send a text, shawty we on Cinemax
Feelin' like I'm in a scope (interscope)
Fuck the aftermath, we sent(cent) 50 at his cantaloupe
Made it thru the rain,
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
And why do we call ourselves niggaz 4 life
Cause if we die we still gone? be some dead niggas.
You don't really think you're gonna get away, do
whipped, this shit is ridiculous
Shoutout to 50 Cent, man (let the Bandplay)
Huh?
Say you a gangster, but you ain't never shot nothin'
How you
remnants of stars inside every orifice
Bet we blast that energy
I'm a fifty cent vinyl by an Austrian band
I am an overbearing zealot socialized like a man
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
to power by a thread
– it’s a moral dead end.
Some cite the mendacious, pernicious cycle
Of peace and violence,
Repeating over and over
Like an insane
sire
Thought you was on top
(I'm tha King)
I pass right by ya
I will not stop and I won't retire
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
(I'm tha
wanna be killa but not for reala
Bout the method of making money you gotta get the milla
By doin' it like I do it do the work and believe in it
When
they eyes, then they brain, yeah baby we eating
Not gone be saved by the bell, learning while they screeching
Absorb all their greatest thoughts,
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
illusions
Told that she isn't worth a cent
Her life is based on confusion
25 she's alive, dead on the inside
Hears voices from every corner
Telling her she
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
dividends feeling like 50 cent
Gotta keep that heater cuz I'm hated by so many men
Haterz they smile and grin, like they your fucking friend
Some of'em play
I'll give you good and plenty ('94)
Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis
When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this
50-inch screen, money-green
and it lurks in the muck
If the hellfish is really there then the pond might be f-- screwed
A snakehead would make a lake dead
And all the little lives
shot nine times, I got shot"
Want everybody to be motherfuckin' sympathetic
A yo 50, pull your skirt down b,
A yo, niggas get shot everday b, you
I'm Snapping
Going hard no kap'n
Getting it by any means is what
We call trappin'
No middle man I am the Manufacture
Spilt it fifty fifty then own
sister gon' be on me
All I want to do is slide up in & slide back out
Slap you in yo' face & stick it dead in yo' mouth
You think I'm bullshittin' well
He got a gene
I got a gene
Just how to talk
God, my absolute do
We send me
I'm in the car by 5D
We all listen to 50 Cent
Why
Because the whole crew
is your game
The shades hide your buried emotions
My rage
Face to face
Dead giveaway
Your weak heart will always be broken
easy to be provokin'
Look, I got 1 in the chamber and I been smokin'
Don't make me proceed
I'll hit you from ya neck to ya knees
Have ya gaggin'
the hallway
Flickering dim and dull
Dead bodies already floating
In the double bottom hull
The engines then exploded
Propellers they failed to start
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