Lyrics:
the middle of the club with the rub-a-dub, uh
No love for the haters, the haters
Mad 'cause I got floor seats at the Lakers
See me on the fifty yard line
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
rolling witme
Rolling through ya city
And I'm moving like I'm 50
Used to cop it by the hunnids
Now I smoke it by the fifty
Twin clips holding 30
Left
up a hundred eighty-eight yards
Sparks, balloons, room, V.I.P. cards
(Hook us up) You fuckers think y'all smart
Who sent y'all? Hey fuck y'all
Fuck
by they like hello young man
And your girl she so dirty smell like tuna i can’t stand her
Man they like how i do it
They like that shit
It dont matter
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
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
and
I'm wondering why
She loves my body and
I love her scent
The day you left
I wonder where you went
You know I'm the man
Like 50 cent
Our love fresh
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
a way I can live
I'm saving every cent living with my parents
May not be paying rent but my patience is spent
They say money can't buy you happiness
I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[50 Cent]
Nigga now gotta let me break it down for you how it's gon' be
You don't wanna fuck with Snoop cause then
a cash cow
Y Pree you don't want no beef let's start this shit right now
Natural born hustler in the streets I get shit done
Loyal soldier out in
go on throttle, I told her I said it's heaven sent
Take her to my candy shop, I told her I got 50 cents
Got my nieces, love em', by saying that I gotta
You ain't living how I live sucka
That's why I flex on niggas
They never did love us
I'm putting checks on niggas
Even my kid's mother
And you ain't
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
Real ConCreature, mixin' 'Miri with the Helmut
Hunnid in my chop', buck fifty in my Kel-Tec
(Stood on the business like I'm twelve six)
Hunnid in my
Okay are we done now
Uh, you got 20 more cents
You said 70 cents I put in 3 quarters
Okay, one must have fallen through
Yeah it did fall through,
like a Porche 911
I got murder on my mind, now I'm feeling like I'm Melvin, and-
I came with that bass booming loud, I know you smell it
I'm a gift, I
homie, i'm standing for whats right
We live by our morals, won't let you violate twice
Fifty-two card shuffle, no pickin', 'em up right, woah
Outta
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
why you tryna own a block nikka we just tryna own some land
Uh wait i did it for clan
Uh wait its more than a brand
Uh wait we need an advance
Uh
of followers the same
Fifthteen cent
Thinking colossal shit negative
Fifthteen cent
But get rich or die trying
Thats word to fifty cent
See my girl said it's
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