Lyrics:
young niggas about to spend
They know I throw loco when it's about my Benjamin
Feelin' just like 50 Cent, hated by so many men
Woke up like a bank
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
lady
Buyin fifty cent pickles
A bag full of penny candy
Everybody was chewing
We shared what we had
So wouldn't nobody out here choosin'
Pickled pig
Had A Chance And He Blew It
I Can Dj Screw It Or Dj Clue It
I Can Ak-Slay It, Make Whoo Kid Play It
A Gangtsa Grill On
Im In The A Where I Stay
your walking down the Wrong road. Whoo
Theirs a price to pay to be saved
That's what ive been told
So get out my way cuz it was paid
By the one who died
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
By: Boe Araya ,Yeah, I come through sippin pepsi blue, booo
I go better than Maya Angeluo and skip to my lou, skip on these nuts fo show kid, while I
They told me to write a soundtrack
For the kids who ain't have shit
No problem, flashback me 2006
Broke as piss, scraping bus fare up
Dolla fifty
Throw a wrench in it like a toolkit always screaming like I'm Whoo Kid Think I'm finna try something new shit
Maybe chop and screw like Houston
Twenty-six feeling like I'm 50 cent
My death is wished by many men
Yet again So let me vent
Life just won't let me live
Am I making sense?
Got my degree
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
that shit
He just turned up the volume, bangin 50 Cent
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
I got soldiers from both sides who really don't care
Who identify
with lack of a line to cast
One day is not enough I need
Three siXty five times my life indeed
A seed to plant is just the plan
Need fifty grand
that blicky rip
You ain't go get rich or die trying like fifty cent
I'm sticky fingers with the money yea every cent
I ain't gon say shit you the type
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
even when she drunk off the tonic gin
Wastin fifty cents in the phone, it took two calls
After conversation, blue balls
Lookin for a way to release this
baby
Uh, come on y'all
It's still y'all same old dawg
Surviving Sickle Cell like bullets to the jaw
Fifty Cent power, for this shit I should get paid by
50 Cent:
I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
silence Strapped up outside it's violent
This my 50 Cent get em bitch
Mobb Deep flow
RIP Prodigy
I ain't never shook tho
I'm Mac Dre Cutthroat
My commity
Yea Yea, Woo
Yea yea
I feel like Fifty, where is DJ Whoo Kid
She said we gotta have some conversations, but you know I'm not down
How you want me
For the funds
Just to go and hit a lick
50 50 chance I get head
Even if she in a cent
Nowadays
Conversations come with benefits
Still on the search
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
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