Lyrics:
pound streets
50,000 deep, 50,000 deep
Yeah, now, the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops
Nearby, somebody got shot
But parties don't stop
Rewind and feel the heat
Recline and take a seat
So, ah
Let's take it back to the concrete streets
Original beats with real live MC's
Playground
last tip
50 cents dosnt fatten my fuckin money clip
My pocket battleship flew off my
Only fingertip, winning wars
Selling my neighbors their citizenship
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
a house flip
Or turn A half a o into a bird and do a magic trick
I ain't 50 cent but I got keep a magic stick
That'll make a nigga disapear soon as I clap
to punt
Let's kick it
Shit
I'm in the VIP getting twisted
Fucking your bitch 'til the dick limp
Hit up 50 Cent on my pimp shit
I never quit your a simp
to Chattahoochee
Building up level by level
Aim high i don't wanna settle
I spit as fast as mo Ali back then
When he used to wrestle
The bigger glory you get
Also
into the exit, and out in the street
police outside like fifty deep
So I started to creep but I didn't sleep
Spotted this bitch pullin' up in
of the U.S.A.
Over 200 years ago they shook off the chains of tyranny from Great Britain By divine call
Citing 27 biblical violations they wrote
With a stash spot in my ragtop
Street dreams down the block
From my dads spot bad cops on my payroll
At a buck a pop like Faygo
Add 50 Cent for like 3
my rhymes
I'm feeling it, Killing it, breaking it
Like niggz are breaking up like 50cent and Lloyd Bank
A lot of money now in the bank too
Chilling
to the rear
I told em who the hell I was and they open the clear
You niggas should of help mystikal instead of the bear
This 50 cent in my pocket came from
the streets locked down
Copycats making sure Tip keep that crown
I'm fucking 'round with the truth, went to see The Roots
Quest brought me back on stage in
handled homey checks Like a banking eagle
Knew the insides of tax laws And hiding yo dough
Cause my homie kept Increasing every cent in his Flow
He could
a fuck.
Chances are usually not good
'Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And gettin' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white
am I in a dream
If she sold her product on the street probably be name supreme
Fifty cent make two quarters that's five dimes where is she
Women out
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
that's a fact
I keep that ass fed and i keep that ass fat
I keep on doing something cause you keep on coming back
I feel like fifty cent cause i keep
it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun
flint
Yeah I smoke and stay gone but I know where I been
And 50 cent song got me dodging many men
The d on my hate is David in the lions den
Plus I knew
The bike was Huffy, attention was froze
In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul
The streets had made the mold
Since fourteen holding, Pusha T was
yesterday, uhh
[The Game]
I was, born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense
with the bros
50 cent couldn't even write our licks
If they were episodes
Once you hear that cock back
Somebody finna go
I'm that one light in the dark
to feel
I wanted what they had back
In the fourth grade
Family vacays, you know I did it all
Just to see my lil' sis by a waterfall
My great granddad bought
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