Lyrics:
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
gettin' rings like Sonic
On the hang glide damn I'm so damn fly
This swag kill a nigga so hard
I just seen his man die
Stand by, I got bitches
Late
Walk 8 Miles to be Rabbit that day
Get Rich Or Die Tryin’ my bank account had 50 Cent
Dwayne Carter had me on some Nino shit
But I had Common
be two dollars, 50 cents, miss"
She didn't even pretend to flinch
She just grabbed her glass
Took it straight to her lips
But I wasn't convinced
It
and I'll tell you why
My car has a mask, you can't tell when I drive by
Breaking all the rules like Bonnie and Clyde
But in reality it's all just in my mind
so late
i just like the ambience for when i don't know what to say
missed my exit i was busy in another lane
moving slow i fuck around and miss
know how much a scale would cost. You know, 50 bucks, 80 bucks, $6 and 99 cents, $6.99. And go, even if it's off by 30 pounds. Who cares?
I said for
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
to blank it out
Dark thoughts come around, I just ring em out
And when the rage settles in that's when it goes down
That's when I begin to drown
Feel I'm out
Fifty
I ain't really needy
Just a bad lil mama who got no feelings
Couple O's of the OG
Only rolling sticky
Caps & stems to the head
Now I'm feeling
Everybody say
Yeah, it's 50 Cent an' Lloyd Banks
An' Young Buck an' Joe, G Unit
Baby, I wanna rock 'n' roll, wit Joe to the come up
An' still
bout Toby
I bring the death that 50 Cent lay 25 on each eye
Down on your knees shit with that please shit man shut your ass up
Just close your eyes say
even when
Sanctions off And I'm down to 50 Cent and I'm Patiently Waiting for Free Smoke like
Drake I'll just vape it off
Shit that was like
you want, you gon' end up like 50 Cent
Like I'm goin' for trophies, I never back down from any challenge
Lookin' at my progress, I'm astonished, I been
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
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
ill gritty, make a
Dollar outta two quarters, i'm the real 50
It's no Biggie, it's no Pac, it's no HOV
No Nasir, no Rakim
Just Pros taking over your
to the hoes I'm Floyd unique
Anything from me please just assume it come with fee
Unc just hit my line he said his nigga copping ten
And I ain't sitting by your
happy *breaths*
50 Cent said we could all lick his lollipop,
He's gonna take us to the candy shop
I feel like “Eh eh eh..eh eh eh eh eh”
I feel like “Eh
hang the phone up
Knock a nigga daddy down before the sun up
We specialize in walkin' niggas down
So don't run up
Put fifty cent on every nigga
That's
a question and I
Need the answer on the spot
That bitch you with she like you
Or she like what you got
It's 50 Cent and M-O-B-B breath easy
We ain't finna kill
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
with him
Showed me 50 Cents "Many Men"
He said they got him once but fucked up cos he ain't dead so he ain't done yet
On and on
And everyone I need in
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