Lyrics:
hair
I'll take fifty cents for a shampoo
I still don't want to look back
At the age of 15, I took 200 yuan and went to Nanjing
No education, no ability,
by 4
Believe, if I catch him, bet you the hoe gon' go
See me with (?), you ain't gon' see the hoe no more
They love when I talk that shit
Roll
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
in Australia on tour with Janet Jackson
Courtesy of 50 Cent, my nigga made that happen
Felt like Michael Jackson was about to walk in the room
Rest
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
make babies
And leave a young mother to be a pappy (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game
yo a** out the door
Everytime I left out
I came back wit some more
Gettin more
Tryna score
Multiply it by 4
Or
I'm busy rollin up
I hit
Girl you actin' stupid
I think you kinda clueless
I don't wanna fuck with you no more
You playin' hella games, Nintendo
Girl you actin' childish
ribs
Then my pull out game
Leave her lookin like she need a bib
Like she plead the fifth-
When her man ask where she is-
Like she’s 50 dollars short
mattress bed
In fact I get practice being dead but I sure feel like I am on fifty shades of meds
Let me get that Adderall I'll give you fifty cents i insist
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
in
He came from a broken dream
With no escape big as life
Until he met the queen in their youth
And was dazzled at first sight
But by age 38
He forgot
I been tryna make the whole damn city lit
I gotta play it like the boy ain't an idiot
They might me shoot me 9 times like I'm 50 cent
But ima keep
bitch around me (Whoa)
More McQueen, I'm the life of the party
(Whoa) they hate but it won't stop
(Whoa)
'cause they don't know 'bout it (yeah)
Jump in
walking round rain on your parade
It's too much that's the same
Taking shots to the face
He charged her 50 cent it rubbed me some type of way
I was talking
on my own, say, "Amen" (Amen, Amen)
I'm protected everywhere I go (mhm)
Free my brothers in the Sprinter Van
Fifty cent chip bag from the store
Now,
will shut the door
You must be a clown first
Or pass the eye test
Ain't no 50 cent, plus I got accent
Niggas gon' snooze, they don't want to wake up
All this shit I rap in this studio
I live this shit no Cap
Yea I gotta degree but I be in these streets selling gas by the pound and I Rap
Fuck
For the funds
Just to go and hit a lick
50 50 chance I get head
Even if she in a cent
Nowadays
Conversations come with benefits
Still on the search
was a drug ...they would say i got that pure
I drop More bars than they got in fort Knox
Game recogonize game its always lit when it Drops
No way were
gotta let you go
But I wanna be free
I wanna do me
Nothing less nothing more
Good sex no stress
When you walked out the door I felt blessed
Impressed all
flowin
Coming out hard like them boys UGK
Feelin like Cube cuz today it was a good day
Yah boy so hot I have all them hoes thirsty
I give em 50 cents to go
don't need no help
Get this shit by myself swear I don't need no help
This beat therapeutic its good for my health
Hope this stay between us you cant
I'm steady out of vain
Try to sit my niggas down, teach them the game like education
Like no more celebrating, let's sit down until we make it
I thank
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