Lyrics:
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
Headshot if a nigga play
Got the hittas on speed dail
Call at 7:50 he be dead by 8
Face cover with a mask nigga
And the gloves on
Brah leave no trace
come get me
If you, if you want it, come get me
[50 Cent]
Nigga, you violate, I regulate, rat-tat-tat
Bigger shells - they fit in that banana clip
mouth (yeah)
Bitch I got fifty cents on this genesis
Talkin' 'bout niggaz got to vacate the premises
(She's dead) Homie histor
An' outa nowhere your
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,
Could have been me, could have
Been that nigga Fifty
Don't beef with the 60 you get
Shot down in cold blood
Ask the nigga Nipsey, know he
Got some dead
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
barrel by, too gun shy to hitch a ride
Got two quarters and a dime, cup of coffee costs a buck
Fifty cents to place a call, payphone's ripped right out
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
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
dribble balls breaking 50
I used to pray to be like them until the age of 15
But I'm the god in my life so I started writing 16s
81 points that I'm making
streets ain't going to bring me back
Now could it be the southside big baller
Bolo rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn
I'm going up on my whole
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
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
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
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
cigarettes, internet
Fifty cent in the piggy bank
For the picket fence
Dream that you'll never get
Scheming the benefit
Never get the benefit of the doubt
and a quarter
Just rarin' to clown
But don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more that I'm gonna keep
So let the good times roll
Let the good
My circle small you can check the circumference[00:22.23]Less stress, now life is abundant[00:24.31]Cut dead weight now I see
that be beggin' (whores)
I hate goin' to court, I see the judge and get to sweatin' (whew, whew, whew)
He tried to get away, he couldn't escape, Drac'
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
these bitches be runnin'
My clip as least holds a fifty, fuck it, fifty-two
This smoke has got us litty, but your flow shitty too
Yeah they can't hear my
the closet
Tie a nigga up, prepare for the coffin' (dead man, huh)
When it's smoke, them niggas runnin'
Sharp and we live and we throwin' surrounded by
ignorant just like 50 Cent with his post
Niggas posting all online
So when you slide you under arrest
That nigga corny he a bitch
That nigga telling on his
I’ve been sippin
On some Bombay
Cuz life gives me lemons
Pink lemonade
And the pink's for the women
That be thinking that I’m 50 cent
Cuz we be Effen
Ooh
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