Lyrics:
bird on me
Nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money
Man that shit comin' in digit's
I got 50 cents on me
the street thing almost enter me hm hmm
So no come here dey chat me shit ma bo pari e
Anyhow make you see am, live my life inna 50/50 yeah
(Anyhow make you
a hour
I'm taking chance with rap and no I'm not talking hot shower
I'm tryna get my 50 cent cause all I feel is power
I, don't know why you try
I'm just
of money and don't make shit
I give em change
Since they don't make cents
Shawty like 50 and think she still lit
Imagine her raising them kids
Petty like
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
feel that, well then
The fuck are we talking for? Bitch
And what's a man without some
Principles to stand by?
A good girl beat a bad bitch by
leaning on the fence
Tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster
Real big wheel when a gun is in his
wanna test the mental, the truth is
Naughty by Nature makes that feel good music
(It feels good, yeah) it feels good to you (good to you)
Let me see
You say when seeing me make ya day
Well bae I'm on the way
Im just tryna catch a vibe with you
Bae I look at you as a blessing added my fifty cent
Aint
feel good
When them drugs take effect
I start feelin' the buzz gimme right
Gimme ready for the things to come
Sex, money and murder are the things we
Now, everybody try to find a good hiding place
This old tree is gonna be the base
I'm gonna close my eyes and hide my face
And count to 100 by
She told me I'm cold
Ohh wait
All I know is go trying get rich
Trying make a dollar outta 50 cent
up close
You can find me there
I'm in the clouds
Puffin' loud
Burnin' by the
Pound that window down
Air it out
Bass loud like blastin' sounds
Yeah,
options
Scared of what I might find
Scared to make the wrong move
I just need the right sign
Bet my last 50 cent I'd get rich or die trying
I can see it in
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
it is pussy, used to niggas spalling you
Repercussions (uh-huh), consequences (yeah)
The Bible's a good read, a lot of contradictions (yeah)
Find me
feel like a lady
Make you feel as beautiful as you are
I just love a woman for being a woman
And for knowing what she wants
And accepting me as a man
Make it or break it I'm sayin
Takin from greatness ain't lazy
Radio stations won't play me
Shaken by death I see Frazy
Maybe I cop a Mercedes
Wrap it in
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
on your jersey for promo
Jessica Simpson, that's so-so
Nick want his (baby back), but that's Loso
Tell Hawaii 5-0 to catch me at the Pro Bowl
that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
I push a armored car wit ?Lauren Harts?
Nineteen inches, I'm not on the charts
bitch
Blossom with the buttercup and I ain't talkin flowers
You can keep that Remy I just like the money showers
These n*ggas worth 50 cent claiming they
Every morning I rise and see the sunshine
I am happy but jah know me still feel a way
Please don't misunderstand me
I thankful for life
Every morning
Sike bitch I didn't go to class
I had plans to do good but they fell thru
I been trappin' so much I can sell you
Now that barrel sit right by my belt
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