Lyrics:
the public
I make sure you straight for life, just send the drops if you love me, blrrrd
Glizzy with the stock hold a fifty and thirty clip (blrrrd, yeah,
in school
Act a fool
And you know I had to break every rule
Showin' off for the bitches 'cause
I had the mad rep so I had to watch my back
When it was
pie
Love the way you make me feel
Number two, super size
Love the way you make me feel
MIK, 50 Cent, Murda Inc Killa
I heard about your show too
want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
lines, and the enemy is one time
I ain't gotta tell you
It's right in front of your eyes
We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love
Milli
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
pittsburgh down
Its Wiz Khalifa man
You cant tell by now
Pittsburgh Imma swell my town
That steel city damn
Roll rubber you don't know who you dealin' with
Oh
bullshit you was serving it was all purpose
We all chipped in nigga and we all hurting
I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine
When a niggas 25 cent pieces
a glacier
Don’t make me pop trunk on you motherfucking haters
Come take a chance, like Chance The Rapper
And Imma whip yo fucking head like a 50 cent sample
Wanna be my main squeeze, nigga please
To fill these shoes, you gonna need big feet
We never lookin' at the tags we just throw it in the bag
Fifty
Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be false
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
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
rushed over
Hollow tips, in the clip
My gun loaded: yours sober
I pull yo card like a lawn mower
Fall back or I'm goin' forward
I see you got yo gun drawn
[50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there
Cashville, Tenekee!
Haha..
Get'em Buck!
[G-Unit ~
pie
Who's not ready? Holler I (I!)
Aw, alright, I'll count it again
But you better get hid, kid
Here we go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50
(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,
and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be
Niggas ain't scum, fold fit through the drum
You only got that for fun, all of that frontin' for what?
I might pull up in a Lamb, run up on your mans
paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent
They said, "if you was white, should be all right"
"If you was brown, stick around"
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
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
water like a typhoon and
I stay stay surrounded by a hunnid goons
I'm worth a million, gotta play by the rules
If you want a tommy gotta pass a tool
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