Lyrics:
it's gon' come again
Them hundreds and fifties and
Twenties they double up
Bout time they coming in
Them small faces and the blue faces
You on the slide
"he cheated on her" just wasn't fucking true
Anyway, after that a few weeks went by before she let me see you
And she said it was because I still
(racks)
Gettin' wasted, goin' ape shit
Swag so sick it'll make you vomit
? in that yellow thing
Low to the earth like a caterpillar
Glass house so you see
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
Some Say I'm Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same
the fuck up you a nuisance
I ain't tryna hear it fuck your two cents
Ima cut down these loose ends
I'm the matador you the bullshit
Man fuck you and who you
laugh
Tell a bitch I'm pressed for time, tryna cut a brick in half
I'm talkin' thousand times two-fifty, niggas stuck on Instagram
You would think I
Yeah
See it's 50/50 on everything
Ain't nothin for certain, you know
But it's all there
Turn a 50 piece to a dollar, that's a coin flip
Spread
We race different
I got fifty, you got ten, yeah
We paying different
I'll never tell, that's why my case pending
Shrimp and steak for me
You like
50
Why I still gotta deal with this shit from the white man
That's a real question
Why we still gotta deal with this shit from the white man
Let em
played this
50 cent up on my dresser
Go get a loosie
I know you mad so let's get a groupie
Rubbing off you, girl you rubbing off me
I need a drink when I'm
like im 50 cent
Its BRIGGY
Yo-yo what you telling me
We got green in bags celery
Star dog loud hit my lungs heavily
But I'm tryna get burst ima need
a house flip
Or turn A half a o into a bird and do a magic trick
I ain't 50 cent but I got keep a magic stick
That'll make a nigga disapear soon as I clap
counterfeit
He ain't really bout a bag, he tryna bag a bitch
Many men, ayy, want me dead, I feel like 50 cent
I remember back then, ayy, I didn't have a cent
I
vocab and not the math of it
Projectile that them blasted with, accurate assassin shit
Me and Kweli close like, Bethlehem and Nazareth
After this you be
Master of the house, quick to catch yer eye
Never was a passerby to pass him by
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Comforter, philosopher,
a tech leave you stretched
I'm 50 cent getting rich in a vest
Won't die trying if I aim for the head
By any means when it comes to a check
R E S P E C
Playboy on this bitch but he ain't playin' though
Cut my ties with my people, now my grandfather poppin'
Ran it up, all by myself though, now
In my bag by myself on some other shit
She throw it back with no hands
On some other shit
When they see me in my bag
Im on top of it
Yeah yeah yeah
learn to respect the jokes (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
[Lloyd Banks (50
his car and said she just needed a ride
I ain't really with that shit, I wasn't fooled by all the lies
Hanging out with lames and now she's losing all
Michael, way too many hanes
Can't be the shit
Surrounded by shit stains
Can't stomach me cuz I'm that pain
I'm Omari & you're seeing a Ghost, Taylor Dane
a lit ass night yeahhh
Whole lotta bad bitches round me
50 Cent In Da Club VIP
Fine baby shaking ass right now
And she looking good to me
She twerk that
My niggas ain't toten no handguns
They hold a Ak with a 50
First day out like Grizzly
My hittas straight from the city
He fell off bad told him do
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