Lyrics:
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
Niggas so cut throat they robbin' own brother
(Damn) hurtin' their own mother (Damn)
I think this shit gutter
Niggas so gone off that beacon
They
roads
Bubble hotter than Tabasco
More than what you bargained for or asked for
You never see happy, hungry people that ain't rational
They blasting
See it, cop it, get it, make it flip like the Olympics
Shit, Poeticly Pimpin’
Dangerously Dapper
It’s a movie, in the studi with my brewskis making
taking away by his own nation
Supposedly Kennedy tried to have that shit appealed
The post office
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
shit that murderers move with" --> Nas
Music to live by, music to die by
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas
Uhh, Music
to young jeezy
Out of breath playing with all these words just like I'm weezy
50 cent was my inspiration, that's why im greedy
Hmm, rip mae P nigga
You got
50 dips
Power trip 50 Cent,
Pow wow with execs
You can't meet the connect
My bitch a geek with the neck
Brain like a valedictorian
Landed in Spain we
That shit was gone before the 5th
I can really work that rock
My tester say it's goood for binesss
Remember nights sittin in the living room
Wit 50
a check
Three-five of, uh, I can't say it, shit
I'm out of breath
Hundred rounder, fifty drummer, shit
We left his house a mess
Firebomb his whole shit, now
we sellin' units)
(We doin' real big AND we eatin', the whole plate)
The whole fuckin' plate man; ain't no cuts on this shit man
Ain't no middleman
Didn't ask for cent
Not a little bit
I ain't even sweat
When you wanted shit
Food up on the table
I provided it
Made it 50/50
I divided it
Asking for
Boy I'm chapo with this work
Donk Master in this vert
And this 50 cal I tote will knock the collar off your shirt
Crown royal in my cup, but my bitch
steps don’t wana work again pay me by the hour but I’m worth every cent ima hold it down before I carry it these niggas trying bring me back around I’m
I can’t be me, in silence
I see the unseen, outside us
Outside us
Outside us
Outside us
The cards been dealt
Exordia in my palm let’s play
My spirit
Swimsuits with green bags
I'm on the corner with my butt up, sellin you product
Women puttin theyself in positions to get cut up
Hook:
Up out'cha guts,
it.
Just say it when you see me..
Cause you gon have to SEE me..
Cause I don’t do the disrespect..
That shit there a flagrant foul..
Cut em off it
flick and shit
All my niggas G's
In a unit like I'm 50 cent
If a nigga owe me imma
Pop him for that 50 cent
Heard he was the police
So we shot him for
at the zoo, cause the trenches had grabbed me
50 cents for chips, 2 for a dollar, break a bag, not stingy
She got a cute face, I compliment, bet I be in her
Not a quarter
Not a penny
Not a pinch
Not a cent
I don't owe a nigga shit
And if a nigga tell you different I'll hoe a nigga quick
And if a nigga tell
(like that)
See if I had a quarter
For ever nigga told me they gonna major
Shit, I be rich
Kinda had flow ons
Them gold thangs spinnin' like some diamonds
With
lint
Pulled off 50 in my RTA
got me feelin' like 50 Cent
I just took a break
Had to get back straight
People askin' about where I went
How they gon' let
thought that shit was Act they say it's Tris
I see she dealing with new niggas, that had me sick
Many men want see me fall, dawg I feel like 50 Cent
Feel
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