Lyrics:
only 50 Cent
Come back when you got a couple dollars holla.
[Verse 1]
You gonna need more than 50 Cent to play this game
Nigga hating on me cause
money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sittin' on dubs, that's why you mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 Cent'll split ya up
I
Sparks is white like me"
"Haha" "Hahaha" "One time for that boy
Eminem? You know what I'm
Talking about?! One time for that boy
50 Cent! The whole G Unit!
at night
A little man the world has left behind
He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet
Makes his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna find
Go back
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
ain't feeling 'em
Walking in my big blue chucks
Cause I'm killing 'em
Hey what up 'cause, it's 50 cent
What's happening nigga?
Ever since the moment I
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about
Rollie Pollie on my wrist
Gotta make a flight, big day, slummin' on FaceTime
Fifty K, wonderin' why I'm stormin' off, no race
Emboldened by the bliss
I
brown, stick around"
"But as you black, oh brother, get back get back get back"
Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what it meant
They was
man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a juks, bitch
Motherfucker teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
50 Cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
The Memphis niggas is rowdy rowdy
Them
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers,
get your shit back
Either I'm ahead of my time or y'all niggaz behind
Shit I'm gettin' hotter and hotter, when I rhyme
50 Cent, Southside niggaz
on those streets
The river winds move my feet
Subway steam, like silhouettes in dreams
They stood by me, just like moonbeams
Look out the window,
about me
Niggaz know, ain't nothing sweet about me
Get back to questions, like "50, who shot ya?...
You think it was Preme, Freeze or Tah, Tah?"
Nigga,
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move why'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you
Ring! Ring! It's 7:00 A.M.!
Move y'self to go again
Cold water in the face
Brings you back to this awful place
Knuckle merchants and you bankers,
over-respected, my mama gated community's overprotective
So futuristic, I'm already over my next bitch
Reminiscin' on listenin' to 50 fifty times a day
Back when
when your homie barely blink
He just done powder only at seventeen
You know the common statistic
Inspired by hoop dreams
Now hire about street schemes
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