Lyrics:
by your knife
Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto
Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes
Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine
of friends of mine
They just ghosted you
Now you know what it feels like
And I don't even want you back, I just want to know
If rusting my sparkling
gotta go out and spend some cash, and
Let the good times roll, let the good times roll
I don't care if you're young or old
Get together, let the good
[50 Cent]
Yeah, I'm A Special Kinda Nigga With Mine's
I Grind, I Get's Paper, You Know What I Mean?
Hahaha
[50 cent]
I'm A Bonafide Hustler,
Gunshots 50 Cent, Shady, Aftermath
The Dream team
We gotta get the get well cards
Niggas is sick feel this gunshots
Motion picture shit hahaha!
Now
plans, and it really hurts
Every time I go fishin' it'd always start me wishin'
That I could be a child again
Take my 50 cents and go down to the local
here with me got that smoke
Every girl in here gotta look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come
but the money
What you trying to say?
More fifties more hundreds
Who you trying to be? Who I already is
King of my city, gotta get it how I live
Me
About time for anyone telling you off for all your deeds
No sign the roaring thunder stopped in cold to read
No time
Get mine and make no excuses
New Shit tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
Bump Dat niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it to 'em where they pump at
12
, Havoc bump that
[50 Cent]
My son asked, "Daddy why you carry a gun, you ain't a cop"
I looked at him and said, "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot
public rules
We used second hand books, but oh
I didn't mind the books
Momma taught us early in life, everybody's gotta
Struggle sometime
gotta spend some cash
So let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
I don't care if you're young or old
Go out and get together, let the good
[50 Cent]
Yeah nigga! Ha ha
Let's go nigga, this is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald
Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!)
Tupac wear
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
got some more in store
When I get through throwin' it on
You gotta' come back for more
Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
twenty cents
So your lights won't get cut off
Ya soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo, take them baby GAP shirts off too
You just mad 'cause Payless ran out
gotta spend some cash
So let the good times roll
Let the good times roll
I don't care if you're young or old
Go out and get together, let the good
about me
I just had to stop this train
Gotta get off, gotta get off
Gotta get off, gotta get off (woo-woo)
Gotta get off, gotta get off
This train
stay silent
Keep the gangster grooving in my blood cuz'
50's who I do it for
Die for mine and ride on yours
No time for a nigga
Got a strike up on my
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
50 Cent
Shady, Aftermath, The Dream Team
We gotta get the get well cards
Niggas is sick, feel this
Motion picture shit
Now don't think I won't
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