Lyrics:
Cent
By the time your new recording is all complete
Odds are fifty-fifty, it's obsolete
Now there's a half-pint dude with a saxophone
Blowin'
You're all (lie together, cry together)
I need (I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together)
To get by
You're all (lie together, cry together)
a mess (Aight ma)
Aight ma
This is why I love her & will never forget it's the life we live
Life we live, life we live
Life we live, life we live
Life we
to the sky like "Why? Oh, Lord"
Live by the knife, die by the Western, that's the question for Moe, boy
Didn't make it out, was always dancin', they couldn't
the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be best friend
If relation will you be my rider to the end
Confessions
lives until we die
It's all about the money
Money, money, money, money
It controls your mind and it controlling mine
Dirty dollars fill their pockets
Fifty cents.
Forty cents.
Thirty cents.
Twenty cents.
No you can't.
Yes I can, yes I can.
Anything you can dig, I can dig deeper.
I can dig
Fifty cents.
Forty cents.
Thirty cents.
Twenty cents.
No you can't.
Yes I can, yes I can.
Anything you can dig, I can dig deeper.
I can dig
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
were just saying, In Arms We Trust
When we live by the gun, we die by the gun
When we live by the drone, die by the drone
When we live by the bomb, die
[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
can you say that once again?
Have you ever seen God rolled in a rubber band?
Our people praising money signify the lack of cents
We should be
a millionaire
Then move from millions I'll be a billionaire
Everything is possible I believe in impossible
Would you tell 50 cent is coming from the street
Would
[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
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
shit
Told em when we drop it gone be hot grits
You should of been a pro the way ya work ya wrist
Get rich or die tryin like 50 cent
I came a long way
But
Fifty cents.
Forty cents.
Thirty cents.
Twenty cents.
No you can't.
Yes I can, yes I can.
anything you can dig, I can dig deeper.
I can dig
a bucket effect
We learn to live with it I guess
I mean die with it, since we're already dead
Trying to cross over to heaven
That's what I said the first
you'll never stan what the hustle do
Tell me now that I live how I live
I'll die all knowing it what worth every cent
Shit change but I'll stay bare
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
(who?)
Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screamin'.. (Fuck you!)
[Vita]
It's murda murda.. you know it's murda murda
We live it.. we breathe it.. we
can't die, I can't die
This shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak, we all tryna win
But then again, maybe it's for the best
a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up We came to party)
It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up
gotta gas me, ridin' on empty
No invite I'm runnin' through the entry gone
We live fast but we don't wanna die young
We don't wanna die young but
We
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