Lyrics:
is back, from shaolin's underground
Who's in town? you guessed it, you guessed it
It's the drunken monk, and i came to get cessted
Infested, wit deep
Ha, I Know What The Streets Want
All The DJ's Too
Haha, I Told You Nigga's Id Be Back
It's Young Buck
I'm Back Reincarnated Bitches (Let's Go)
Yes
hit
Like I'm working with elements
I need copper. that's every cent
On my mama, need every cent
That's on God I need every cent nigga
Liable gotta do
of the young
Snakes slide through the grass
Blades slide in the back of
The used and abused tryna walk in my shoes
Get tripped by my fuse, too short
Ask God what
so allow me, hand me ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror
featuring 50 Grand Keith Murray
Yo DJ Honda HAI
Keith Murray HAI
L.O.D. HAI
50 Grand HAI
Redman HAI
Erick Sermon
at night
A little man the world has left behind
He ain't bitter, he ain't sweet
Makes his living on the street
Never knowing what he's gonna find
Go back
or the grave
Real street nigga, no pen to the page
And I will beef with you anywhere, any place
Lil' ugly ass bitch better fall back
Keep my name out your
dog again acting Hollywood again
I just fucked Her and Her friend i was the man back then
Cant get fifty cents from the bitch
misfire with no hits
+Vivica+ and never gave her +50 Cent+ (ha ha!)
And I bet you ain't ready for war yet (uh)
My niggaz got stripes, who walk around like the Barbershop
a neck
Em, Eminem's tongue control is amazing
Benzino is only a lil hoe
I am dancing and singing
50 knows, no amount of cents he can give me to live in
a neck
Em, Eminem's tongue control is amazing
Benzino is only a lil hoe
I am dancing and singing
50 knows, no amount of cents he can give me to live in
but somehow I got by
Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they
grew up on 50 cent
I knew I was getting rich
Get rich or die trying
You bitches don’t stop lieing
That chicken just keep frying
I talk a lot of fly
Now we clicking, I'm like 50
I got cents, many men
They Wanna be me
Ain't that silly
I call up Nob today
I got that novacane
I'm feeling like old
heres my dick for your mouth fit it all
Imma text message your a lose call
I wouldn't poke you with a pool ball attached to the cue
I throw 50cent at this
a prostitute if that's how you give your cat up
I'm not fake can't leave my brothers behind
All you street niggas be capping you ain't thug but you slime
Why you
snitchin' shit is forbidin'
I was sittin' in da kitchen 'n' weepin wit hopes of getting back
All dat I forget to go blow see even 50 stacks
'N' now am
my circle
Give rich die tryin' like 50 no many men in my circle
You was locked up in that cell I couldn't do shit about it
You told me make it by yo
driver
And he lay down and thought about the whole night
And he looked up at the photo that he bought at a junk shop
It was only fifty cents but he
Ain't no pimpin over here back slap a bitch mane
50 Cent Bulletproof ain't no backing mane
I'm like the hulk big dog shit I'm holding my reign
All you
like that
One shot two shot three shot four
Yeah we finna go and get fucked up
Five shot six shot seven shot eight
Many fifty cent man you know we got
the streets
Street Iove but no love from the streets
It's Cold out Keep an FN for Heat
These hoes out trying to fuck over me
I know not to give a fuck bout
Man these niggas all cappin
You ain't been on tour for them back ends
You should get awards for that actin
These niggas all cappin
Talkin bout they
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