Lyrics:
Everybody say ah, ah
Yeah, its 50 cent
And Lloyd Banks
And Young Buck
Yeah, and Joe
G-Unit!
Everybody say (la la la la la la la la la la
envy
You say you got money nigga really
I bring them racks in by the plenty
You broke as fuck don't got a penny
Don't need yo two cents
You wasn't
learn ya teach ya a lesson
You can get these hands for free
Woppin ass is my profession
I got it girl let's ride
Like 50 cent get the strap
Evrything has
ain't down to fuck around
It's a no no
Train to never let em have me in a chokehold
All the power just for knocking off a broke mode
Got a lotta love but
There's hogs at the hitchin' post side by side
Gravel lot full of 4 wheel drives
Bud Light sign says .50 cent wings
Throwin' darts in the back is
She be taking that Percocet
Fucking this bitch god damn she so wet
I was just in Chicago I saw fifty cent
We had to pay for good parking who got
who am I to judge?
I gave 50 cent to many men. Time went back had me looking at my watch like
Don't be living your life by somebody time line.
Life's
want to brag and say "already had 'em
He ain't shit cause he rap for Mr. Mathers (girl)
Plus 50 Cent's like ten times badder (girl)
D-12 shouldn't of had
and a quarter
Just rarin' to clown
But don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more that I'm gonna keep
So let the good times roll
Let the good
an incision
Fuck where'd the beat go
Ain't no one do it like me
I got the vision
Flow isn't worth fifty cents
More like millions
I've got that animal ambition
French frames in dreams
At the city I can't escape
50 Cent, Darkchild, So Plush
Girl, I wait for your lovin'
There is no rush, what
That's how Darkchild
or gon' say it
Police comin' 'round where we post up and we sling at
Supposed to hold me down if you my bro, just don't say that
Too much hate around
blind you
We walk around just playin' the violin behind you
Enough with all the pissin' and moanin', whinin' and bitchin'
Sit and observe, listen,
it up, playing broke, I learned that from my last hundred (No lacking)
By any means necessary I'm on Dey ass I might just do the dance on em (Just Do
that ass fed and i keep that ass fat
I keep on doing something cause you keep on coming back
I feel like 50 cent cause i keep getting the strap
That's
that's a fact
I keep that ass fed and i keep that ass fat
I keep on doing something cause you keep on coming back
I feel like fifty cent cause i keep
just as well claim they inheritance, he soon ded
They go wish, they dad had sense
Not cents! He and pence ain't the best thing since sliced bread
They
hurt, you throwing stones in the crack house
To MLK, Civil Rights was a hot job
Most NY niggas heard 50 Cent teach them how to rob
How many heard Africa
Calling trump a blessing? Is like loving a
Glove in, unable retention
Don't let me fail to mention
Just grin n' bear it, is my claim
In this
on the dishes and counter
I would see em every hour
Cold water in the shower
Just needed 50 cents to feel the power
Block always loud seen ferns sniffing
Bitch real bad, yeah she fine as a dime
No 50 Cent, but I'm get rich or die tryin
Yuh, Yuh, 50 Cent I'ma get rich or die tryin
Seating in a two door Vet
to see him
So I'm smiling in my pictures, word to Morgan Freeman
This for the Glory, the Almighty
Take 50 cent and make millions, word to Chris Lighty
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
50 Cent uh lloyd Banks uh (yeah)
Young Buck uh (uhu) game nigga, G-Unit
It's easy man it's easy man
Ayo, I switch my hustle, no more dice games
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