Lyrics:
like 50 sins
100 bands or 50 cents
Shit don't matter keep it 100 man
That's what's I tell me on my cloud
Yes I'm a humble man
Say it out loud
Make them
dope
Fridge full of diamonds,
Torch rollin for Terp smoke
I keep the purp bro-
Pass it round the circle
Got 50 other strains in
Tucked away like some
niggas as jokes
Boscotti with the candyland
The only tree that I smoke
The pack travel to a land
By a car plane or a boat
I been hungry for the green
That
that sauce
So asseblief, please pause
Let the beat breathe dawg
I've got moves you wouldn't believe
If this was Ripley's dawg
Hope it makes cents like 50
some young niggas in my city,
Don't got one cent ride with the fifty
It's some young niggas in my city,
Get all the hundreds and get all the fifties
Get
alright
But of course I wasn't about to just give up my son
So I did exactly what I thought should be done
I worked my ass off and I saved every cent
I sold
got a drum if i see many men plot then i'm shooting out the 50 (50 Cent)
We finna squeeze if we keep spinning know we be twisting hard then a titty
like 50 Cent when drop many Men
Living everyday and I'm shooting for The stars Backwood filled with MAC 1 I'm on mars
Everybody turnt they back on me
rolling for that terp smoke
Yeah, I keep the purp bro
Pass it round the circle
Got 50 other strains
Tucked away like some merlote
Terp sauce by the jar
In
like wrigleys
Spearmint the kisses
Puffy Combs did it
His confession how he paid da misses
50 cent wit it All this power
Ghost n tommy in me
Hustler by
to Kansas
You said you ate it, but you're doing me damage!
Now it's off to sell a fifty foot spandage
Because I'm stressed off by your lady bandit
You look
outta the headphones
Put your bottles in the air and make noise wit 'em
Send your girls to the rear and let my boys hit 'em
Fifty large, all
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
there homeys!
My friend over here... 50 cent
He calls 'em wankstas!
Down in LA!
LA...NYC...
save a couple chicks for me.
Lemme get my car!
My nice new
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
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 clique, nigga
If they want bang then it get
Ugly, we a pop his bitch, nigga
How you wan’ beef with a
Nigga got over six figures?
On Montana don’t get mad, I
dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna
heads who hated 90s rap
It's always after that 93ish time in fact
And mine was pretty much, when 50 Cent did In Da Club
Paved way for your Little Wayne's
please
He think just cause he got bands that he won me? please
I get money, I get money more than 50 cents
Money bulging way more than yo dick do tents
about a dolla ya you know I got bucks wit me
Used to window shop up at the mall wit cents 50
But Now I stunt hard have the whole hood fuck wit me
Like
wanders
Fifty cents rent goes pretty far
when you live in a subway car
One stop's the same as another
Even Son of Sam sees her sleeping,
she's not
driver
And he lay down and thought about the whole night
And he looked up at the photo that he bought at a junk shop
It was only fifty cents but he
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