Lyrics:
years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one
your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga?
(YEAH) , you thugged out? (YEAH)
50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year
(YEAH) you bust your gun
and fifty dollars from Virgil
The lights be Off-White, so you thinkin' how could they burn you, right?
Same as the hole in your pocket left to confirm you
nigga
Rest in peace [?], imma keep it lit
I swear me alone, I did about ten skits
I fuck wit big [?], he gone go for me
When I was like 8 months, he
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
life
Like you pausing on the game
Since he want clout
We gone give that nigga a frame
For fifty seconds of fame
He sliding through all the lanes
Aye aye,
swerve, swerve, Swerve... Hey King Steelo need perico? Bring a bird, bird, bird... Pharmaceuticals by Uber... come get served days word...
Steelo...
Nigga
through the fear
Got to live for the moment
Gotta live for the moment
Verse 1:
I’ve been cursed by an omen
Ain’t no road where I’m going,
So I’m paving
I'm dragging my nuts I got all of this shit on my own
Lil bitch I don't need nobody
She trying to fuck, I'll be there by Eight probably
I got want
I'm so diabolical
hell would feel cold as fuck if I quit
Your life is meaningless
Like a mountaineer skit
I rock my jersey in pride
You change up like
blue hundreds ina stack yeah them thangs sticky
I done pulled 3 different skits with the same glizzy
Pussy niggas say they on my head tell them come
Sike
Bitch, I got like 50 hits
All ya Songs are funny -
hit the booth to make some skits
In my dm's peep my music
boy I hate you kids
Shake'm up I
off his tongue in cause he itchin
80 stitches across cheak, 70 more for talkin cheap
A buck 50 even nigga, that's regulation on the street
{yo and come
I'm getting older by the day, I'm still here I got to pop my shit
I'm still waking up then thanking god and grabbing the stick
Say it get tragic in
Bitch we fuck around bottle says 50
Beat your bitch-ass make you do a 360
You a bitch for that dissing
Say it in my face or rather keep a glazy Wanna
really shoot to kill,
Yea its cold outside yea dem niggas catchin chills,
Keep dis heater by side quick to cook em like a grill,
Shlaki n p shiesty u can
on it, they don't hoop with me
Do the skit by myself, niggas can't shoot with me
Speakin' on my nigga tension, we ain't leavin' a witness
Breakin' records
Just the two of us, me and this Glock tryna make something happen
Put 40 shells inside this 50, this bitch do magic I disappear for two weeks
glitch
(baow, baow, baow)
50 Cent aka the magic stick (grrah)
All black, one gunman
John Wick, that's a bad man
All black, one gunman john Wick (baow)
All
the workers were in:
The factory was surrounded by a fence and barbed wire on top and on the bottom. And they have a chain-linked fence surround the whole
niggas then I got they help
But I'm still never backing down from shit
Spend a nigga block
Spend a nigga bend
Fuck it get the strap like I'm fifty cents
into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond,
homey got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo'
50 Cent
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
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