Lyrics:
them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm surrounded by many men
But see them boys ain't killing me
They treat me like Metro
If I don't trust you they go
I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
This is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men
No 50 cent
But I'm wild
I can't get no rest
Up all night
Don't get
I had 50 cents
Onna bag of chips
Had to spend the shit
I'm legit
I get money quick
We buy everything
Everybody want a couple cents when I'm coming in
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
out
Please don't tell me that I'm over-exaggerating
When I'm literally two seconds away from caving in
If I could calm down then I would've done it by
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
Ripped open by metal explosion
Caught in barbed wire
Fireball
Bullet shock
Bayonet
Electricity
Shrapnel
Throbbing meat
Electronic
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
to hear some grown folks music, I'm not knocking hip-hop, it's cool
It's just that in our case there's a time and place for 50 cent and Ja-Rule
Verse :
Trailer for sale or rent, 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
part of my platoon
I'm a warhead, you know, big explosion with the 'shroom
It's the sandman, they hopin' I dont show up with the broom
That's
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
comme l'avenue de l'Europe Arrieu
Nous fais pas d'6ix9ine, on s'ra cent quarante devant ta porte
Entre l'alinéa et Nador, tu r'trouves des kil' et des
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
Trailers for sale or rent, 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
Trailers for sale or rent, 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
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
(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men
I’ll stand behind this shattered glass
I feel like 50cent
I never worry
Cuz I know somethings are imminent
I guess I gave em what they needed
They ain’t
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