Lyrics:
that action
We ain't acting
Don't you wanna be like 50 cent
Fill you up like I did that little bitch
Abort them kids were the worst seeds
We don't
the workers were in:
The factory was surrounded by a fence and barbed wire on top and on the bottom. And they have a chain-linked fence surround the whole
were listening to 50 cent
He asked for 50 I gave him 20 procent
I once scammed a cucumber seller for 20 pesos
I'm dumb rich my competition is jeff bezos
Yeah yeah yeah
Now I came in this not to represent
BlaQote who I am listeners been asking for change
I'm coming hard like I'm 50 Cent
Spitting shit
I've got rings on all my fingers
And tattoos on my feet
I'm finding dreams that long have left me
Back in the space where he used to sleep
Fifty
the store and we both get 50 cent cakes
You heard what I said in that new shit I say
If you can't break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
to Larry, my homeboy DJ LL
Niggas talking that bullshit, better chill
'Fore I 50 Cent a nigga and
Put your baby mama on film (yeah)
Motherfuck a Benz, nigga,
shock
She by my side I buy her expensive things a lot
I'm not 50 cent but many men not I
I stay getting high I like to keep her fly
I prefer you right
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
the same old shhhh
And while ya high you don't truly know why
You spent your cash so that you can buy
Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah)
A fifty cent
the same old shhhh
And while ya high you don't truly know why
You spent your cash so that you can buy
Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah)
A fifty cent
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go
50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt
The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
The few little pesos that I had, exactly fifty nine with thirty cents.
Don’t go to work, the streets will be patrolled
Don’t touch your loved ones, don’t
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
And that makes you a tender b—h
Everybody already know,
Every since a jit
I been really into the s—t
Bust a whole pound down in zips,
Need 50 cent,
F—k
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
Walkman
And I started walking and nodding
And bobbing my head along to 50 cent
He was poppin
Back when he dropped
Get Rich or Die Tryin
I felt so gangster
the roof
He landed on Mercer by Versace
Last time they see me I'll
Be shootin' out the Masi
Gucci tearaway suit's, Jesus
Make two bricks out of one
Wipe your
(Tre is that a band?)
Im finna get out the hood
Just to come back in some new shit
They say Im misunderstood
Give a fuck about ya two cents
I see
my hand investments that's a zone print
When u walk right by me that's money scent
I kno Curtis be on Jack like 50 cent
I got the power and the starz
One tenth of a milligram
An ounce of this material would make a hundred and fifty thousand such doses (wow)
Let us observe the effects
We get it
We
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
to see him
So I'm smiling in my pictures, word to Morgan Freeman
This for the Glory, the Almighty
Take 50 cent and make millions, word to Chris Lighty
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