Lyrics:
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
nothin' to eat baby
I think its time you treat baby
Was looking for a man to hold me down
But how'd did I end up with you? Yeah, with you
And as hard as I
You wanna be funny Bernie Mac your not
I'm thinking little of you Kevin Hart just stop
Wearing Designer Timmy Turner all your wishes dropped
50 Cent all
gettin slaughtered
How many times you had your homie shot
By the same mutha fucker whose game came from your homies block
Niggas get caught up in the paper
I don't really knoooow how to be
Except I know they doubting me
I just wanna gooooo
Check out time
I think I checked all my boxes
My head is hurting
mama, your uncle, your cousin?
I’m showing love cuz it’s really just nothing
Was up in the club, bottle of bub’
I’m fifty cent, man I’m all the above
I’m
to dress , couldn’t sag my regular pants
And gotta kiss they ass if you tryna get a 50 cent advance
And unlike 50 cent, I’m not of many men
Sell shares
Nigga the work a 9 say its 10
Scribble on the check whit a pen
Right now im wearing Dior but you know I rock louie linen
50cent glass jaw
Shoot his chin
crown
MC Thebes is the name I go by for a thousand year old mummy I'm a pretty fly guy
Check out the gold thread sewn up in here, my bandages priceless,
To do something tomorrow
I met a bad person
But they taught me how to borrow time
They taught me to not fall in line
To reach the bottom line
I'm not
Fly away from the face of the Earth, mama
Every time you settle down, it's always some drama
You an icon, start acting like it
Your purse on your
shelving
Into new worlds he's delving
Made by himself outta hell's grip
How the hell no telling
Dear Lukas you're strong
Would not be surprised seeing you
dude you funny dude
I'm plotting the moves and playing it cool but its coming soon
I know all the rules and i know how to break em however you want it
said what I meant
I grew up on Michael Jackson and 50 Cent
As a young boy listenin' to Many Men
I did let myself go, but never again
Yeah, I can stay
sense
I need my money every time
Every dollar, every cent
Pull up like the men in black
I'm suited like the president
No, I don't do no real estate
But I
think about what your finished with
Y'all had your time in the sun the dark moving in
I've been patiently waiting like fifty cent
It’s time for change
the rent…
I could smell the pussy
On these niggas
Bumping 50 cent…
Greet me with respect
When you see me
Cause I ain't convinced
I keep my distance
From all
disappear from the stage
Replaced by a smaller man in his mid-30s
He also appeared to be an exec
"It's time for the TGIF Annual Secret Santa Exchange" he
Always been too tall, my clothes couldn't fit
Closest I've been to having dollars was listening to 50 Cent
But with this pen, I've killed many men
I'm
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em
be me could be nobody else
Watch how I do it myself
Bitch I'm the champ
I'm the one with the belt
Plus I'm so hot I just make the shit melt
All by
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