Lyrics:
It's like it's me against myself
With all these backstabbin' snakes grabbin' at my fuckin wealth
Mo Khomeini goes terrorist, mad man killer
[50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there
Cashville, Tenekee!
Haha..
Get'em Buck!
[G-Unit ~
from the Bottom of the Map
Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap (hey)
I do it for the trappers with the, the, the rocks
And them O.G. niggas
discussin' the illest player that's in the game
And he's ridin' with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and them
G Unit records, ain't a motherfucker stoppin' them (stoppin'
Yeah! Migo!
XVL!
Is you mad 'cuz we walk
Around like the secret service? (Huuh?)
We walk around wit' 'em out in public
And we do it on purpose
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm
Atrice get it right, don't tangle and twist it
Hit the club every night, drunk, drinkin' that Crissy
Niggas mad, don't like it 'cause I'm bangin' they
fifty dollars for a T-shirt"
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch shit
I call
tried only this afternoon,
And that's how the old man drowned
Do not make a stingy sandwich
Pile the cold cuts high
Customers should see salami
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced out dog tags Presidential R
Now, what y'all wanna do?
Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers?
Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers
On the low from the Jake in
bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
You like it when she do that right thurr
Right thurr man, he a trick, he
Gon' muthafuckin’ pay her, pay her
we would never get old
Went from loosies and buses, and fifty cent sodas
And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers
Mad years passed ,still got each
because they awarded me
For bein a man who do the most to boost the industry
Injure me, see the evil spirits enter me
Now it's singletary, now
a man to death.
We need him crucified.
It's all you have to do.
We need him crucified.
It's all you have to do.
Talk to me Jesus Christ.
You have
benefits
Already surrounded by this mad city
The caterpillar goes to work on the cocoon
Which institutionalizes him
He can no longer see past his own
was down with this business
Tryin' to clown and get a cent
And so rather than stand forever, been thinkin'
Drinkin' over a felony
And hell of me
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
the choppy flow
The rocks that glow
I'll have your man laid out in a hospital
He wasn't thinking with his
Mind, he wasn't logical, what? Yo!
Woah, 50 Cent, 50
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
he laugh or cry
You lead them to the doom god's almighty lord praise the fools of earth
Mad messiah salvation by fire
If he told you what to do god
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