Search results for 'its 50 mutha fucka by 50 cent' Page #50

ain't breaking loose

These niggas be lemons on God they be sour
I'm feeling like fifty cent I got the power
I Run my own business fuck paid by the hour

press a button in a coupe and disappear, 

I snap my fingers and a hunnit vibes can just appear, 

50 cent, I give all these hoes  magic stick,

Wrap it

call the cops
Yea i got a temper why the fuck you think i work this job
You the type of nigga 50 cent taught us how to rob
Leave you chalked out

it
Ima lose it
Royalties
Want my percentage
Need that 50/50 split

Like I'm Russ
What they want
I'm the fire
To y'all blunt
But y'all ain't gone chain

pass by
We just do it, you know what we pursing
They just mad they can't get like me, uh
Like me, you know I love the white tees, uh
Ground level you can

cars, walk downs, drive-bys
Chest shots, head shots
We hop up out that cut and let it fire, fire, fire
Two cell phones ringing, I been out here serving

money by Monday ain't got no time for waiting
Puttin down like 50 cent I been power trippin maybe
These hoe ass niggas be selling dreams
Had the same

hurt, you throwing stones in the crack house
To MLK, Civil Rights was a hot job
Most NY niggas heard 50 Cent teach them how to rob
How many heard Africa

Tryna win too many losses smoke like I smoke niggas whatever life is dead ready
This feel like that 50 cent 99 how to rob shit my mom was telling me

These niggas just scrimmaging 
Many men walking round 
They pockets just got 50 cent
No we don’t condone that 
But yall already know that 
Imma ball no

Time to wash the dirt
Moving swiftly like a scud
Blowing up
In my head
With anxiety
Anxiously taking my time
Patiently waiting
Like I'm 50 cent
For my

coat
We hit many men gettin fifty cent bags of chips form the corner store
And if they spin again ambulance gone pick up what I just left in ten floor

50
Da clip hold more than 50 sueeze it untill it's empty
She fucks me until it's empty 
Then walk me to the kitchen
Then french kiss me__
 I'm finger

by 11 bout 400 briccas
Hop on the freeway 
Throw that 50 cent in yeah
Make that shit look good 
Ashley from the wood yeah
Rental from Abdul 
Swear that

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[C-Rayz Walz]
see-Rayz, guns and butter!
Go back upstairs, eat your mac cheese and fishsticks
You not 50

tricky
I like exclusive hoes I get annoyed by a pick me
Get used to me I'm here forever like I'm permanent
She told me she likes it rough bitch why you

dripping in gold 
What it do
Oh guey, Oh guey 
I eat the shrooms with OJ 
And go away, so away
Till I got no sense (cents) like low wage 
And no fake, I done

my bleeder
Situations get situated

Niggas gon' get caught through a endoscope
Niggas shaded
I was tryna play doctor, only have 50 cent on me
Nigga

to be (What!?)
I had ya pussy in my hand I owned it
Then I'm gettin' gone just like the moment
'Cause If I ever cuff I'm an idiot
Let's you call 50 cent

shawty hop up in da whip
She say I roll like 50 Cent and I ain't got a power trip
I'm still wildin' out in my fitted cap
You can find me where da millions

of money and don't make shit
I give em change
Since they don't make cents 
Shawty like 50 and think she still lit
Imagine her raising them kids 
Petty like

So I walked into a store with
A couple BUCKs from the BANK
Saw a pack of M&Ms asked
How much? 50 CENTs? Thanks
Grabbed a box of Ike & MIKEs
JONES

that zaza what I'm smoking on this ainn no 10 a g
Go presidential just like Benji did play like an instrument
No 50 cent posted with many men she taste

like 50 Cent
Cuz' we ain't making no love
I'm into making the sex
Soft up in the crock pot
clways trippin' off pot
If I ain't gettin' top-top
I'm nuttin'