Lyrics:
Yeah
50 told me
This what he said
50 told me go head switch the style up
And if they hate then let em hate and watch the money pile up
Watch
disrespectful
I'll walk in Kanye house and
Tell a Yo Mama joke
Fourth grader, hittin' the blunt
Watch how this 9'll smoke
Stomp him in some Adidas and now he
[50]
It's 50 dent & S-N-double O-P
You don't want no snoop & you don't want it wit me
[Chorus (50 cent)]
Every time I come around they like
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
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
You better watch yo back
Motherfuckers is grimey down here
You get stuck up, stabbed
Shot the fuck up round here
Son I move wit my vest and my hammer
to Chattahoochee
Building up level by level
Aim high i don't wanna settle
I spit as fast as mo Ali back then
When he used to wrestle
The bigger glory you get
Also
where's the evidence?
You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship
You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink
Take fifty cents
to hear from?
I'm comin back with the full artillery, comin back with them full drums
I'll beat yo' ass and I'll stomp you out
With Buck, Banks, 50 comin
to hear from?
I'm comin back with the full artillery, comin back with them full drums
I'll beat yo' ass and I'll stomp you out
With Buck, Banks, 50 comin
the
Other half that's left?
Yo Cass' the best, my shit extra cold
But you were never Blood it's not
(snot) happenin'
Even if you had a messy nose
Watch who
with all my boys, you know I'm sayin'?
Yo, turning mad chicks (cyaan', run back ah her all the while, you know?) (check it deep)
Turning everybody
shit!
Biggie got the hype shit!
He got the hype shit!
Yo, special shout outs to Junior MAFIA
Y'all know what time it is
My man Fifty Grand, and his man
fifty sticks to NY
Lil bro he just wanna smoke some shit he dont get high
Switches on the back of all the glicks it can't get by
This shit on my
whoa, let's not try to cross any lines, fuck that, give me the bat yo
Let me just smash couple heads back, got a fetish for aluminum bats
Go ahead, why
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
clit licker
Go against Jigga yo' ass is dense
I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 Cents?
Hot shit, kick a nigga, turn these mics out
My jewelry
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
handled homey checks Like a banking eagle
Knew the insides of tax laws And hiding yo dough
Cause my homie kept Increasing every cent in his Flow
He could
ain't sparing them
I'll give yo hoe the business like it was inheritance
The vigils they be candlelit your visual is damaging
Guilty by association watch
Yo, yo in the local club
Niggas stay gettin' hit
All they do is clean up the blood
Change the name and reopen the shit
I watch niggas sip cups
[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
jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que son los numero uno jajaja
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