Lyrics:
can't wait to spin
Like 50 Cent, bitch, I got many men
Who done caught bodies, they wan' kill again
My lil' niggas stalk you
Murder that shit before you
mask, no lil Slump God they dont know that's you
That like nigga who are you
Draw down with the tool
Gotta a 50 Cent lil drum on it yea a nigga
anit have shit to eat so i was drinking gatorade
After practice 50cent cake and call that shit a day
Like honestly
I can't stay asleep
I feel like
don't fw niggas
Like I'm joe Biden
King of the waves
I feel like I'm Poseidon
A small group
Of sheep
Could not
Defeat a lion
50 cent
Ima get rich
Or die
ass, with four screens
Like Dobo we fill up the minivan (oh, really?)
Let the stick blow like a ceilin' fan
Feelin' like 50 Cent, many man (many man)
Yeah, got my nigga pack, we roll up different strands
We roll up different mans like many men, we feel like 50 Cent
But niggas not making no chump change
Back to the basics, like I picked up a key for my whip
Or back to the basics, like niggas done stopped driving auto and switched it over to a stick
Back
nigga I'm bout that trigga play
[Chorus]
B.G. bout trigga play
B.G. bout gettin' funky any day
B.G. bout spittin' 50 out a K
On the real B.G. bout
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
Niggas that did it, was sent by niggas we grew up with since 6 years old
Two brothers plotting for money, decided to send niggas
To kick niggas that grew
When you come shop better have yo cash right
Like all my bitches light skin real white
All my VV's they shine real bright
Real trap Nigga count 50
next court date
I better catch amnesia then do
This shit at leisure
Surrounded by Bloods, Crips, Kings, and Ñetas
Gemstars open niggas up like Berettas
*Adlibs*
Izzy
Look... Aint near nigga snatch a chain or jewel on me yet, ice ice baby on me drippin VVS,
No drive by hop out walk down on em like
all my niggas active (yeah, yeah)
It's 50 for a line, nigga, 250 for the Actavis, huh
Bitches they the baddest, and they just wanna be fucked right
for rent
I got clowns in my mix, but I'm finna send a blitz
I be tryna go legit, get rich or die like 50 Cent
I was 'bout to back up out it, then
farm-raised
For 50 Cent, I went to war with many men
Then slapped them with the jacket like Benny Hinn
I'm hittin' that jet fuel, you're new in the game,
nigga pulled up, we made us a movie
Member times, I was fucked up and broke
Couldn't get me a 50 cent loosey
Yeah, it was crucial, but I never gave up
I
jacking that Beastyle
But this one feeling right
Beast
This year personal
Sike
All years fucking personal
I can just only put in fifty cents
Cause the other
like to blow shit up I keep em wimme
Got more cents then 50
Drums look like a titty
My bitches know each other but they still fuckin wit me
Don't know
shit
But I do remember puttin' yo brother in remembrance
Huh, gave his ass nine, of them I'm like 50 cent
Y'all ain't even fuckin' with my lil, yeah, she
[Young Buck]
You a thug like me
[Verse 1]
You can catch me green stick it up,
Dick it up,
Cut a nigga shit over 50 bucks,
Need work on the low nigga
-twelve two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
[Chorus:]
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No cars, no pool, no
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
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