Lyrics:
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain
I play the bar with eight bottles all night getting right
Teaching the hoodrats what Cristal taste like
I put 60
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
don't worry got the stems out
Fuck me like Misato everybody buff till they meet 50 cent
Popping blue pills all these trust fund kids got red pilled
Shut
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
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
the forensics when you walk in my shoes
I'm bad news, you niggas know the verdict, I'm filthy
Drop Phantom is milky
White on white, twenty four inch blades I'm
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
like 50 Glocks
My whip 2 grips, drive by empty out a clip
Black Card, Black Car, Drive it forwards like a NASCAR
Dumb Ops, drop top, pull up on you
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
there homeys!
My friend over here... 50 cent
He calls 'em wankstas!
Down in LA!
LA...NYC...
save a couple chicks for me.
Lemme get my car!
My nice new
about who's a bigger star, Joe, Jada or Ja?
So close but so far
So many with no start
I can't believe 50 Cent and NY fell off
Then LA came back, then
Writing rhymes at night in the house by myself
I open mailboxes, all I see was more bills
Gettin' cold chicken, walkin' down Ryan's hills
Askin' moms for 50
(yeah, bust it), the faster it go (yeah, go)
Bad bitches (bust it) on the floor (uh-huh)
It's rainin' hunnids (bust it), throw some mo' (okay)
Throw
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
ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
"who wan get it cracking?!"
I was young, i couldn't do good
Now i cant do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
somechronic cough
And every day some brand new issue
Rears it's head to piss you off
Bad guys win
Optimism's wearing thin
Things are spinning out of control
name was not to become what I became with this level of fame
My soul is possessed by this devil
My new name is
Rain Man
Now in the Bible, it says
look me in the eye
A couple thousand miles away
You took me by surprise
You left a message on the telephone
From New York City, your new home
You
Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talks about him bad
She says since he blew up, he changed for sure
He's really fascinated with these fancy hoes
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