Lyrics:
me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
[50 cent]
Go ahead go against me I'll hurt your feelings
or a bitch
It really don't matter if you got it and I need it I want it
You know what I'm saying? That's just how it go down
50 Cent ain't fuckin' around,
ain't never seen fire
My new machine fire, got 50-11 switches
I lay the hammer down, 357 bitches
Got ice ice baby, like a chandelier
That Majorr Werk
no love BITCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser shit
You on some movie shit
(50 Cent)
My whole team gettin dough bitch
On the low bitch,
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
spit
They don't Curtis see me rich, wouldn't give me 50 cent…Just like 50 Cent
Two quarters thats just halftime
Niggas need bout 2 more quarters just
but fifty cents in yo pocket
Don't know what to spend it on, hoping you don't drop it
Like a bad habit, spending on what you want
Not on what you need,
'bout that!
Want to tell that D's yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha 5th in ya mouth
Jack! 50 Cent!
I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout
It! - I'm
with my hand on the Bible
I lied, I lied, I lied
I swear I swore to tell the truth, nothing but the whole truth
And I got up on that podium and lied
let's go
I got that fire (So hot I burn it down)
Act like you already know
I got that fire ('Cause I'm the flyest chick around)
You want it, it's fire, I
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
dunno know what to do (no, no)
You got me like hey-yay-yay,
Hallelu (Hallelu)
Crazy Faith, my faith is so crazy
I know You’re gonna do it,
And it’s
the Range, I'm into nice thangs
I slang weed, cocaine and heroine
50 Cent, that's my name, nigga I bring the pain
You thought shit stay the same, nigga shit
lock that ain't locked
When no one's around
I sing
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
and I holla
25 50 75 a dollar, ay
25 50 75 two dollars, ay
25 50 75 three dollars, ay-yay
Now let me bring to your attention
That dimes are worth ten
yay
Dem Boyz got purp, Dem Boyz got haze
Dem Boyz got glocks, Dem Boyz got K's
Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid
(Young Jeezy)
If its
lock that ain't locked
When no one's around
I sing
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got
of character that 50 sent to a wanksta...
Bitch I'm by self !
cnd I surround u like a Pickett fence protecting Biden from offensive picketers..
Im when
so tired
Y'all niggaz still rappin like you don't know my flow is fire
and y'all ain't got ya suits, ain't got ya boots
Probably gotta gun that ain't
see, the hood fucked up
I got a plan for the crisis
Bring the dope in on boats
And lower cocaine prices
That's stage one of my plan
To pass by depression
ride my wave
I can't be replaced
No time for wack beef by force opp
Wula nyeli we wont stop oh no
Your mandem got the sauce and we heading to the top
We
Shots to his chest Fifty Cent like its Many Men
Yeah, Fifty Cent like it's many men
I been getting to the bag I won't stop now
Just like Kyle Lowry you
been here if you would've played by the Rules (Young nigga)
Hey
I must say
You niggas got heart still standing on the block not knowing that that ass
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