Lyrics:
Wicked like you never saw, lets go to war
If talkin' hell is hot my change is 50/50
If I die I'm takin' you with me so come and get me
In my chest yo'
rap was crack I’m dame dash gettin’ cash from the Roc
And you just gettin’ 50 cent no Massacre drop
Uh
We go back like Ace and Mitch
Back when they
niggas down only
If they proven solid
Never discriminate if he street or if he college
But if any start to waver I say let them niggas drown
The mission
我为Hip-Hop在这里建立Hip-Hop国
做上了说唱者桌上的货烫的
我唱着 我想着我放的
你可以把我的音乐拿给外国人听
你可以把我放上Battle net跟外国人拼
Still Aces I won't lose paddle down to theses street
Back where I grew back to where I
to it
I know some hoes be trippin' on the low, I'm too used to it
Really got it by my lonely, they refusin' it
Remember when they want me dead, back
on beats that you like you consider it
Suck on so many dicks
Not talking bout one man, I'm talking bout many men
I'm feeling like 50 cent
Talking my shit
be two dollars, 50 cents, miss"
She didn't even pretend to flinch
She just grabbed her glass
Took it straight to her lips
But I wasn't convinced
It
Things picking up fast
Confessions just posted can't wait for my incoming 50-cent check
Lately inspiration been nonstop
I'm a kid in a candy shop
Don't
this
A Billion more hits, trillion more clicks
Moredern day gangsters
Robbing the industry
50 cent mentality
Fourth grade arguments
And toddler tantrums
from her, cause she borin'
Top down in a horse, I give two cents bout a whore
Like I'm dark, I'm feelin' like the voice
Pushin' the P like I'm ridin'
Trauma sensitizes the brain to pain
The cooccurrence between trauma and chronic pain is something like 50 per cent up to 80 per cent
So if you've had
touch me
Me. That cost 50 cents
Whatever I still got plenty left
I'm in the zone. Danger. Twilight. Name it
Heart rate rise while climb in the rankings
and money sent
Grown folk I pay my rent
Pay my dues then stack my cents
Pay my dues then stack my cents
Me and my baby are back in
I'll break you off
shid more than life it gat me feeling different
Coz I put that on my momma
Can't take it back when I had no cent
In the beginning it been struggles
All
about how they did me
Yeah
Everybody 'cept for Boosie, 50 Cent and Dave Chapelle
Ain't none of them niggas I helped get 'em Billboard helped me out
change nigga, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone,
skatin'
Red eye smoking that bomb shit, I'm Satan
Niggas surprised, fifty back on fire
Fifty back running round this bitch strapped
Hit man for hire
said, what goes around comes back eventually
And karma is a bitch, mine is gonna be pretty, please
Remember kicking me when I was down
Cause that's
feets cost more then your bail
You know you ghetto when you think you represent
But them niggas in the street ain't spendin' a red cent
Ain't tryin'
It's looking piru
Will kill a Nigga over 50 cent yea bitch don't get ja ruled ja ruled
Stack that money up and don't stop stacking it
And don't stop
like you wanting a pill, my gun put your back on the streets
Spine on the concrete lookin' at the sun
Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked have to come?
He
As for me I stay being the realest
Admired by politicians, street thugs an' killers
I keep feedin' the street but the street feed back
Is that police
Fifty cents
Take your favorite girlfriend
You know she's of a Mexican descent
Tell it to the family
Ya see it growing day by day
You know you sell
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
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