Lyrics:
shots, they calling popo
Eat his food, he get a buck and a fifty
Either that or it’s G-Unit, he get Buck’d with the 50
Brooklyn nigga on some Cali shit,
Dear Rap
I want your love, need your love
Notice me, say wassup
Since my teens wanna be your lover
Your prince, you're fifty now, both older
Still
Locking up innocent cuz our governments shoddy
5.0 only in hot pursuit of my body
China acting naughty while wearing
Versace i fucks with the tai chi but
niggas then I got they help
But I'm still never backing down from shit
Spend a nigga block
Spend a nigga bend
Fuck it get the strap like I'm fifty cents
the workers were in:
The factory was surrounded by a fence and barbed wire on top and on the bottom. And they have a chain-linked fence surround the whole
I'm a boss
I did this shit by myself
Bitch I said
Fuck the cost
I been got rid
Of some pounds
Got me feelin
Like Ross
I can't stop
Gettin it now
your block, bullets rain
I was caught up by the rave
This shit was ugly not a game (Let's go)
All my rap shit aint for fame
Ah be riding in ma lane
Count
fucking ugly and trust me the shit got layers
You touch me, you think you tough, leave you toothless as rugby players
From sufis to soothsayers discussing
homey got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo'
50 Cent
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P they better stick
into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond,
Can
I started makin' dollars then it started makin' cents
I used to share my room with the roaches and the rats
My lil' cousin Paul and my uncle, Po'
loop
Can't give every hoe dick I ain't generous
Keep a strap like I'm Ellen Degeneres
Twenty on the receipt you tip 50 cent
I tip 50% I can't penny pinch
get the crown yet
To be a king
That I'm destined To be
the king I'm supposed to be
Or Imma die trying
Like 50 cent
Imma get rich or die trying
Getting
Boogie, Don Q, Mysonne, Cardi B
50 cent, Papoose, Pharaoh Munch, Cudi
Dougie Fresh, Rakim, 69, Mike D
Every artist who done did it or is doing they thing
fifty sticks to NY
Lil bro he just wanna smoke some shit he dont get high
Switches on the back of all the glicks it can't get by
This shit on my
in the kitchen ain't shit
Hole in ya sock nd ya holdin ya piss
Husslin just to scrap up 50 cent
Share clothes wit my bruddahs
That's as real as it get
Pari
That's my dream, but it's one I'll never have
100 bands in my hands, killa cam, only fans
Like I'm 50, spelling out broke with cents
When I'm 50
druhý debil močí
Tretí debil sa a bije a štvrtý to točí
A v klube sa tváriš jak 50 Cent
Ale vo vačku máš iba 50 cent
Som Gopnik verzus inteligent
is der shit Außerirdische nennen mich Betachrom
Zeit is Geld, wie schnell kannst du Idiot auf 50 Meter flown?
Tote Materie in bunten Klamotten
Ich rap
want it twice
One of a kind, know your everythin' is one of mine
Wanted posters with my face, they know who I'm wanted by
Yeah
Yeah
Cold hearts
two shots I'm the crowd and they all bow
(Prah, Prah)
Gonna shoot em pollute em with a hundred fifty rougers gonna cut their damn head
And stash em in
I'm just trying to keep you from going insane[01:47.05]Real free game, don't have you stuck Fuck a beautiful lie, that's an ugly Duck[01:50.33]I'ma run
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