Lyrics:
The Hustle don't stop, Hustle don't quit
Got a "Hustlers Ambition", like, 50 Cent
Want the, "Finer Things", in this, life I live
So I'll, grind til I
to say that they own to ya
So it's time to move on to real estate
And get cake selling big estates
(I'm tha King)
I'm King of the South now but it's fifty
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT
(UNIT, haha) , yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
And Lloyd Banks
(BANKS) , and Tony Yayo (YAYO)
Nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You
to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes
fire, drama, i'm bout that
Chopper with 50 shots, nigga I pack gats
My set be on fire, hotter then the sunny
Want a package, meet me at the spot,
repeating that?
Nigga, I'm rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June
Now who the fuck said I can't rap, Jack?
I'm in a dolphins dream, I got it for 'em raw
to live from their hearts
Living ecosystems fueled by the stars
It's permaculture
It's permaculture Jah
So what is it your growing
Seeds that your sowing
to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room"
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
The Niggas That Ain't Neva' Had Nuthin Start Doin Strange Thangs
They Say I Must Like Beef, 'cause 50 Got 50 Enemies
But If They Fight Him, They Gotta Fight
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
nigga
Same one that used to move the yay nigga
AK's in his heyday, nigga
Benz coupe, wood frames, low fade, nigga
Got the cubans, got the boats, got
bird on me
Nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money
Man that shit comin' in digit's
I got 50 cents on me
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
We open fire for 'em
And if he pull a murder
I get on the stand and lie for him
I got fifty thousand for a murder
I got fifty thousand for a murderer
on the block
50 cent i took like way too many shot many men they want my spot
But that shit is all i got so no way i let it drop drop drop drop
She let me
me
It took seven niggas to get a buck fifty
But ya man got his fuckin' face broke
Punched on 'em and put 'em
In like egg yolks
I damn near made that
for all my niggaz
50 for me 50 for all my niggaz
50 for me 50 for all my niggaz
50 for me 50 for all my niggaz
Yeah he got that half for fifty
Don't
makes a dollar
I can't hear anybody holler
Five times twenty is one hundred
Everybody got to be hid
All eyes open, here I come
Woo!
Multiplying by
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
fire, drama, i'm bout that
Chopper with 50 shots, nigga I pack gats
My set be on fire, hotter then the sunny
Want a package, meet me at the spot, nigga
Ain't no 50/50 love
The love that shines when it's raining down fire
I'll stand by you when the world is burning
I said I want your love I don't want no
about the law that protects me
I got a big ass family man
I never cared about the law that protects
I give 100 i take back 50
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