Lyrics:
go depend on somebody
Nobody holy pass
Your best friend fit turn ur enemy
I no be 50 cent
But many men still wishing death on me eh
Abere a nlo ko ná
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
Washington to Franklin whether grinding or ganking
Getting money gives a sensation that leaves me captivated
Fascinated by the thought of ballin makes me grind
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna
Monster too slow, macho Cujo macho mucho
Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow (Rrr!)
I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo
Just follow the kupo
bottle
You in a class by yourself all dem chicks follow
[Chorus]
If it's a boy
His swagger ditty bopping gone be just like mine,
And if it's a girl
lake, tell you what, they caught a big oh 16 foot long gator in that lake by me, dats right, where talkin' world record gator, tell me now you ain't got
I don't see the future, feel it day to day
Dirty nights are passing by, I gotta learn to pay
Trucking down to London, gigs that never end
Foggy days
dicky, dicky (Bang)
Call me cent how I'm stacking up these fifty's fifty's (Ay, ay)
We big like Giza
Call me pussy pleaser (Pleaser) (Giza)
I am evil
Shoot
food and woman
Super sized feel good
Got me soaked and I'm drenched
Baptized she amazing and
I'm thanking God
That she by my side
Next day disappear
the wall like every week
Famous city by the sea
The streets was cold I felt the breeze
I rose from out the ruins
Broke the mold and they neglected me
Hitting
Yeah Jay-z I'm callin you out, you suck, you hang out wit 50 cent 'cause you're not worth a dollar buck. And for chammillionaire you horrible and even
hot
For me me me baby by by by ooh
Girl your not the same, your in love with t-pain
And I cant play this game anymore I wanna keep on jumping around
them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm surrounded by many men
But see them boys ain't killing me
They treat me like Metro
If I don't trust you they go
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
the pinky
Bought an R6 and a motorbike jacket
To make sure I minimise any injury
Come follow me
A lot of money's exchanging hands
They wanna know Boy Better
and seniles.
Follow in my steps, then you walkin' a green mile
Trees in my pockets like my denims a greenhouse.
Lead my team town?
Tell me what's my age
Gang! Gang!
We started this shit nigga, they know
Niggas cross me, they know
Talkin' I ain't did shit for 'em, they know
Pussy niggas, I cut 'em
in the .40 in case you wanna trip
Blacc Sam told me, Hussle, that's 200 cent
It was when I knew the world was mine without a fucking blimp
Mostly
know still hate me
Facts, never tripping
Personal message to them niggas
I'm shit on ya vicious
My word is bond
My word is bond
My word is bond
ride
This just first releases
Tell em papi outside
Like 50 cent
Getting rich or die trying
That or Mr West
I'll testify to touch the sky
If you asking,
I
know still hate me
Facts, never tripping
Personal message to them niggas
I'm shit on ya vicious
My word is bond
My word is bond
My word is bond
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
the lob
She eat dick corn on the cob
Did his bid got hit with fraud
Nigga diss know how that end
Save her name as 50 Cent lil bitch got hit by many men
Oh
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