Lyrics:
the white tube sock
It goes, "Sherm sticks, burn this"
That's what the product smell like when the chemicals mix
Fifty-nigga salute, out the Compton zoo,
the mood to bust a nigga head man
I ain't playin' ain't got no
Time for them games
Niggas lose they life all the
Time for fuckin' playin'
This is 50 Cent
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
[Originally by 50 Cent]
No shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gonna' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink
Yeah
I mean like
I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know
I was popping that Cristal
When all y'all niggas thought it was beer
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
R-I-P to R-A-P
E-M-I-N-E-M's back with the D-R-E
And I'm the
S-L-I-M (what?) S-H-A-D-Y (woo)
I'm H-I-G-H (yeah), yeah, baby, high
I'm not
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
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
and find out later
She smells just like a percolator
Her perfume was made right on the grill
Why, they could percolate the ocean in Brazil
And when
She smells just like a percolator
Her perfume was made right on the grill
Why they could percolate the ocean in Brazil
And when their ham and eggs
fingers wet"
You hustle faster when you can't afford a cigarette
The last I heard from you, why, you were screamin', "Handle it!"
Knock the world
[Master P]
oh lord can you feel me
or tell me why my lil' brother Kevin Miller
had to die and i still hear
gun shots when i sleep so i'm sayin
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
before
It wasn't like this before
50 Cent, I'm makin hit's now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard
I'm the shit now some bitches changed
'cause they
Teflon
Like a don should
I'm rollin' sticky green
Every nigga with me clean
Strapped the fuck up, know what I mean?
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo
to make a comeback (let's go)
Here we go
Chopper, hold them fifties by the door (door)
Bitch, I got blue hundreds on the floor (floor)
Arm and hammer
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
it's like that
Gonna take y'all deep, so go back
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked up when you let my mind
I guess
R.I.P. out to DMX, Stezo, E and Nipsey
Ecstasy and Prince Markie Dee, MF DOOM, I hit 50 via text
Told him that I love him 'cause I don't
sticky green
Every nigga with me clean
Strap got it tucked know what I mean?
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch,
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
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