Lyrics:
an orphan
Selling diamonds by the light outside
Even junior's got a mobile in the pocket
New neighbors moving in by night
Sharon seeville
All over people
boy in his stripped-down Model A
He says, "Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check, my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my tires, won't you
do,
I could be 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
Talking grand or cent
And u bad as lil Kim
On her 94 shit
And she drip like Tom ford
Bad she my girl
All white fashinova
Matched with the concords
like wrigleys
Spearmint the kisses
Puffy Combs did it
His confession how he paid da misses
50 cent wit it All this power
Ghost n tommy in me
Hustler by
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
wouldn't do this shit again
Should've called you 50 Cent, cause you fucking many men
Yeah let's go
Now I moved on
I remember I would check your page, see
And nigga, you can't play wit my yo yo
She keep a fo-fo and the H2
Sittin' on low pros, whooaa
And 50 know, she roll with 50 hoes
And keep them sticky dro
to dress , couldn’t sag my regular pants
And gotta kiss they ass if you tryna get a 50 cent advance
And unlike 50 cent, I’m not of many men
Sell shares
And this one right here is for that ghetto girl with the bad perm
That just burn baby, burn baby, burn
Pop open a malt liquor
Smoke something until your
I take the good with the bad and the bad with the good
The plug sent the goods so I had to flood the hood
The plug sent the bag then I offed that
on my own, say, "Amen" (Amen, Amen)
I'm protected everywhere I go (mhm)
Free my brothers in the Sprinter Van
Fifty cent chip bag from the store
Now,
A couple cups of that and I just don't know how to act
By the second bottle that's when I just get to buzzing
I said I run New York and ain't nobody saying
Offset)
She woke up, a hunnid racks cash and a choker (cash)
Bought a new Benz and Rover (cash)
We fuck in the Tesla, doors up (Tesla)
She bad, she walk
Yeah
You rocking with the Talk of New York Tony Yayo
Shady Aftermath and Soul Assassins
Here we go
Niggas know what I'm about out here (here)
this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol' song
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
50 Cent, nigga (Uh, huh) , Tony Yayo (yeah)
Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?)
Yeah, and you don't stop
I do a one-eight-seven
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
the love of my-
Raised by the gang with a mill' like Philly
With the watch, two-fifty and a bitch so- (blue, ooh)
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this
I bet
up some gas, I'm not talkin' a car
Shawty she bad, fuck 'round take her to the stars
Brand new dash, I got brand new cash
Brand new chick, got her
a quail-o then I lay low
Inside a mansion, Nokay-do
50 cents Fake-o Bay-bro
No see's in my lie
I need weed to get high
I need cheese to get by
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