Lyrics:
but the money
What you trying to say?
More fifties more hundreds
Who you trying to be? Who I already is
King of my city, gotta get it how I live
Me
(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,
[50 Cent]
Yeah nigga! Ha ha
Let's go nigga, this is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald
Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!)
Tupac wear
I remember when we had a lot of things to do
Impressed by all the words we read
And the heroes that we knew.
Climb on your your dream, a dream
sips of coffee
He poured this wisdom out
Said "If you want my two cents on making a dollar count
Buy dirt
Find the one you can't live without
Get
there by your side
Maybe what you see is what you got and what you wanted
Take me at my word that it’s the best that I can be
I will go down trying
about who's a bigger star, Joe, Jada or Ja?
So close but so far
So many with no start
I can't believe 50 Cent and NY fell off
Then LA came back, then
a dreamy one
no one knows why it happens but its for me
i know that i was wrong to conquer a land
first see the rules and regulations then follow the real
happen?
Dreams take time-
Once it was all so clear
Time goes by-
How can you get so far
Off the track?
Why don't you turn around
And go back?
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
Making promises came easy
Back when they first fell in love.
They talked of how they'd share the years together;
Said we'll work it out whatever
them getting wet
You should see how they react
When I pull through the set
It's funny how time flies when making love
Ten minutes just turned into two
that sound, each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by
Guys talk girl talk, it happens everywhere
Eyes watch
and real phony
Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot, what?
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don't
what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style
[50 Cent]
It's something about your style, it's something about your smile
It's something about you
"What's that sound?" each time you hear a loud collective sigh
They're making music to watch girls by
Guys talk "girl talk", it happens everywhere
and give it right back
For generations we been dealt bad hands with bad plans
Prove your dedication by hoppin' out Grand Ams
I'm at the premiere
two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent
I bent the corner
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
on quite a show
And made some money then left town
Where they went I don't know?
Hey, all you suckers I heard a fat woman say
Come on in for fifty
and real phony
Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot, what?
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don't
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
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