Lyrics:
last tip
50 cents dosnt fatten my fuckin money clip
My pocket battleship flew off my
Only fingertip, winning wars
Selling my neighbors their citizenship
know who the fuck I am?
Man, I can't believe this shit
This bitch is tryna gank me
Yo, I will slap you upside your head with nine inches of limp dick
steaks
in palatial estates,
ornate with gates that automate
so those you hate could only spectate,
I was kissing my mate
through iron grates
Block what I rep nigga
GB is that gang nigga
In the hood store with bro in and them' in the plug pop that bitch nigga
Ba
Hollow tips burn you up just like
multi-million dollar plaques
Rather put this shit on wax, all that gossip shit is wack
When all they had was 50 Cent, who put the city on the map?
Stop lyin',
war what
Nights like these are super bunk
Two bucks to feed four of us
That's fifty cents in bubble gum
Who want war what
They don't need to know us
Got my quirks and they work, new shorts and they’re short
Rep so many cities and we’re putting in that work
Cooling by day, and we ride at night
You
became with this level of fame
My soul is possessed by this devil
My new name is
Rain Man
You find me offensive, I find you offensive
Shit, this is
Who's Noah Wright? He sounds prophetic
I don't sugar coat shit like a diabetic
GIDM Records in this bih, u better find a medic
They say the game's
where you go
And who ridin by your side
Careful who you know
They can lie in disguise
Gotta keep an eye yeah
Careful who you ridin with
They tryna act
baby
Uh, come on y'all
It's still y'all same old dawg
Surviving Sickle Cell like bullets to the jaw
Fifty Cent power, for this shit I should get paid by
50 nigags deep (10x)
yo, yo, yo
i roll with nuthin but them real niggas
hard to kill niggas
quick to grab the steel niggas
solider in the field
me back
(I don't wanna take you back)
Know I did some wrong shit
Not saying I'm ok with it
I know you don't believe me
(Believe me)
Who said it was
The slow ones need to pep up to keep big daddys rep up
Cause I don't let up or get up or even set up
On a a speak freak, I know how to make you shut up
Eating on cinnamon grits
Grinning and shit
How a nigga spin in six
See they all say V-12
But you see me with it, TV's in it
BBs kitted
Ask who it is,
enough time tlo bona what I'm working with
TNT
Check my rep sheet not many got the skill we be flexing with
I'm charged up check the Invoice that shit is
[Phone ringing]
[Fifty]
Aww man...who the fuck is callin'?..
I don't even wanna answer this shit...Hello?
[Man on phone]
Whattup nigga it's
Shut up
50 years ago they'd have you upside down with a fucking fork up your ass
You can talk you can talk you can talk
You're brave now motherfucker
on quite a show
And made some money
Then left town
Where they went I don't know
Hey all you suckers
I heard a fat woman say
Come on in for fifty
chains off, send it to his colleagues
Laugh in his shit, pissin' up crystal molly's
I rep drug dealers, hug killers
I ran with most of them
Half is in
For real? Ok go ahead just don't do no hockin on my bread Would you like that supersized for 35 cents? Can I substitute my drink with a milkshake
that don put me on some shit
I ain't never switch sides Im rockin with the same click
When you see me you ain't gotta wonder who I came with
I heard some
wish I’d been warned in advance
Advance advance advance
THE FIFTY-YEAR NAP
You’ve probably heard of the curious guy
Who had sat down to nap with
Uh, G Unit
You understand whats about to happen huh (2x)
(Chorus)
Nigga guess who's bizzack
it's not Beenie Seig or J Hov
50 cent yall niggaz should
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