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stage by a gay crowd (not Drake)
It was them Tyler, the Creator fans, he was on Flex show rappin' 'bout fuckin' a man (weirdo)
Casanova had that "So
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
peaceful
Here They think poverty is divine and wealth is root of evil
I don’t do family by blood I don’t do tribe I don’t do religion
I only do the benefit
change up the topic
Cuz I aint 50 Cent This aint no 21 Questions
I don’t give a damn or understand what you talking
I Told you I aint 50 I ain't lookin for
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
the choppy flow
The rocks that glow
I'll have your man laid out in a hospital
He wasn't thinking with his
Mind, he wasn't logical, what? Yo!
Woah, 50 Cent, 50
Had to use the rent for the pack
Had to flip a cent to a stack
Had to do my dance like jack
Had to take a chance while it lasts
Man I had to get this
amber rose
Choke on my dick like some cinnamon
Many man want me dead call me 50 cent
Fuck nigga I smoke on adrenaline
And I'm always gon keep it
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
get the lot
Had my man looking like Kanye West
Whole lotta holes in his top
(Ha ha ha)
Whip it
Mix
Turn it into a rock
(Mad)
Slide to the left
And we
do you (oh)
Know what to do? (know what to do)
Keep me so happy (happy, baby)
When no other man can do what you do?
(you do) but only you (only you)
somethin' man, your ass is grown
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it
twenty cents
So your lights won't get cut off
Ya soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo, take them baby GAP shirts off too
You just mad 'cause Payless ran out
twenty cents
So your lights won't get cut off
Ya soggy breasts, cow stomachs
Yo, take them baby GAP shirts off too
You just mad 'cause Payless ran out
Aye Gotti
You global now
Uh yeah uh
I mixed the good with evil
Uh uh yeah uh
I mixed the good with the evil
I pop me a addy
I'm smoking sativa
I got
[Intro: Method Man]
Spark that shit up
and lets fly
Oh my people
Heyyy Ohhhh
Ahhhh Hooooo
Eiiii Heyyy
[Verse One: Sticky Fingaz]
I'm a hoodlum
and like that and like this
You heard my nigga y'all smoking roach spray
Man we on a first class
Flight to Barcelona, man 50 Cent, Lloyd
Banks, Tony Yayo,
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
the rip
Heard ya man got shot he kept running his lips
I say what I want bitch I'm young 50 cent
Nigga slide in the car but the Drake left a dent
Ya man so
Watching the man
Watching my safe
I can... hmmm... sense the vibe
I can sense the hate
I can see by the emotions
See the frown right in yo face
Is you
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
didn't have to earn a wage, who knows
They may just live off other people
But who could do such a thing, wouldn't that be evil?
Well, hmmm, let me think,
Not talkin bout 50 cent man
Not talkin bout 50 cent
But that goes right over your head while I'm
Lookin out the window, I just wanna go outside
Starin
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