Lyrics:
innocent
new rap hope, not 50 cent tho
in holy water and take lighting showers
Use Posiedons wife blouses as a towel and by now ya
Wondering just how the fuck I do just what I do...
50
I like green 20's pink 50's Blue 100's
Trap jumping don't hit my it ain't bout money
I'm talking INT and TBE that's mo money
I don't punch no clock I
and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound, believe believe believe believe!
Yughck! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp
for the tape that's made by 5-0.
Look into the eyes of the 12 gauge barrel.
My t-shirt and khaki's with house shoes is the apparel.
Just call me a nigga
Shooters take a shot and never miss
Living by the code, you can't be a bitch
With that being mentioned I got niggas that would die by mines
And I swear they
dead like I'm 50 cent
They put 50 on my head they tryna get me dead
You feel my pain and you really feel the same say yeah yeah
Yeah yeah ohh
Stood by
like a pair of dice
Yeah
East side
Ain't got no sunny sights
Yeah
But it's cool cuz that's my baby
If I make a dollar
We got fifty cents a piece
Let our
the fuckin' road
Hit the fuckin' dro
Sell the rest for a hundred fifty
Push this dope, pimp these hoes
Now your girl ridin' with me
What she fiendin' for?
Say
got no choice, or better yet no voice
But still by that time I hope to write enough rhymes
To own a fleet real estate with a Rolce Royce
Rollin' deep
i'd be by Dr Umar
Then I learned to cool off and clocked what my tools are
Yeah Rav too raw my smoke too strong
This that pressure this that gulag
Grab
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
And gave them all to the ring-a-rang-a-roo.
Chorus
The army came, the army went,
The price went down to 50 cents,
They got the clap and syphilis too,
eva gotta spend a cent
I hid fifty thou
In da wall
I got me a brick
In da vent
Den I took da profit
Straight to Johnny
Not Dang nigga
U know I be buying
a freeloading stepdaddy, mama was a hoe
She sold her ass to take care of that Negro
He used to pimp her, and make her give him every cent
(And peep
(bling)
1942 mein Liquor, nehme keine Pillen (nah)
Loco classy, Droptops, Loco, Pimp (pow)
Block-Memories, Role-Model 50 Cent (Flex)
Big-Daddy-Film,
of bitches
Hoover street nifty-fifty business
In my bitch whip with my L suspended
Big Pimpin’ misleading women
Extra innings being good at pitching
Blue
of followers the same
Fifthteen cent
Thinking colossal shit negative
Fifthteen cent
But get rich or die trying
Thats word to fifty cent
See my girl said it's
the workers were in:
The factory was surrounded by a fence and barbed wire on top and on the bottom. And they have a chain-linked fence surround the whole
Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi
Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti
When half your army in
Watch me tear the club
We starting up a riot
Got a shooter to protect me
Trigger finger making violence
Have a baddie by my side
She kinda freaky
moe"
50 thousand hanging from my earlobe
With a bank account that most niggas would kill for
Stupid retarded crib, and all my whips clean
Rocking
the negativity
That got me
Sitting here stuck
With no bucks
Leprechaun gone
Left a brother
No luck
Tore up
From the floor up
Want that 50 cent
Money if it's
Slow
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