Lyrics:
the jail, shit is really real
Niggas is still in jail, and I pray they don't tell
20-man inditement, my lawyer gotta fight this
Niggas know, I ain't never
they represent
This a heads up, you're funniest friend needs to vent
Get rich or die trying
I'd still give you my last 50 cent
To be Superman
You also
on these niggas, I'm litty
I get the cents like 50
Yeah I got cents like 50
Swervin' in my brand new coupe
Bitch this what I do
Ballin' on these fuck niggas
[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot
a seventy thirty, no way, no way
Or a sixty forty, uh, uh, uh, uh
Talkin 'bout a fifty fifty, when the room is empty
And the clothes come off, I'm doin' you
The money and stacks grow
I got stacks 'bout as long as Kat Stacks nose
This is facts
My niggas are goin' jack mode for me
Wilin', kick back those for me
It's
real talk , not about me
What you on about
Notice I been about me
Never did it for any figures
The figure found me
Know this, I don't care what you think
and 50 cents i am so famous I'm doing
A collab with 50 cent
50th century is his name so with that I went
Oh shit he's upper class I
Bet he pays his rent
This is for my niggas that was down since day one
That bid long,
Hang in and hang on
Hold ya head and stay strong, my niggas
Chorus: Puff
Yes, sir! LA Leakers
Justin Credible, Sourmilk that's right
We've been invaded by Long Beach, man
Long Beach is here! Long Beach!
Our homie, for many
Intro: Hey man hand me that lighter real quick, Oh shit here ya go, Dam PIVE, You know man people keeping asking me, How did I learn to do this shit,
By my BM and my Hummer
Damn, I'm doing my thing
My chain is so heavy, I think it's necessary
For me to talk about all of
The stones in my bezey
I used
They chase chips
Champagne you take sips they guzzle the shit
Only a selected few can rock to this
Kaygee, 50 Cent, Next, ya stoppin' this?
Loving me
never came back in that black on black
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Shit get real, we don't fold up
This is what I told myself in my grandma's kitchen
The bottom line is money
International banksters, gangsters
Yes, the banksters, banksters, banksters...
[Intro: Hell Razah]
60 Second Assas', (black
like Jigga man this is my empire state of mind
Solid like stone my rhymes are like cement
Get Rich or Die Tryin' word to 50 Cent
Started from the bottom
here
Ayo
This game is all I ever wanted from
The second I heard that 50 album, I kinda felt like this shit is what got me hooked
Illmatic, Mathers
country the Beat bang the states the High Hats
The reason u'm here for real is to Help Hearts Live. (x2)
Verse 2:
I'm returning to my land. You can use my
the life in the grill, gorilla pimpin
If I have to mack ya wife then I will, it's me and 50 Cent
My nigga, live in trife, and thats real, talkin shit on us
and upping my gold
A hundred for a full hit, 50 for a hand
Throw in a blow job, they'll fuck off grands
I may even put you where the real johns at
Some call
is, this is
Listen up
This is, this is, this is, this is, this is
Oh, New York
Listen up
One's for the trouble
Two's for the show
Three's for
Yo
Cla ain't really a fan of doing interviews
So his intro for his tapes is always somethin' you should listen to
Niggas always pick and choose
Sparks is white like me"
"Haha" "Hahaha" "One time for that boy
Eminem? You know what I'm
Talking about?! One time for that boy
50 Cent! The whole G Unit!
a song for my soul and my daughter unborn. I miss you.
Chorus (Leah Janea)
Oh Lord, I got so Much Going For Me 50 million worries that i can't see is it
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