Lyrics:
Whooo kid
Yo what's up it?s the kid 50 cent this is new shit right here on (site) exclusive
You got me feeling crazy them a motherfucker
Remember
don't want anything to stop no shawty you just too hot
For me me me baby by by by ooh
Girl your not the same, your in love with t-pain
And I cant play
on
50 back on that shit, 50 finger to flip
[Tony Yayo/(50 Cent)]
They dont do it like this, concentrate on the wrists
I got see-thru rocks
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
fifty dollars for a T-shirt"
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch shit
I call
didn't know
I'm down with fifty, can you feel me
Let me hear you say this shit
People gon' talk, that's what they do
(To be the talk of the town)
When you
, that shit should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down, down)
You know I like, when you hike and you throw it all
Hey pass that nigga, we gettin' high
Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man
50 can't even smoke this motherfucker
(ah haha, haha)
I can't
take your drawers off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
And tell her Ghost said,
dog I'm kinda real
(I only rap about what I do
And that 50 Cent's hot)
That's how I feel to be down you must appeal
To the crew, we're rated R
OC, OG
(aw, shit)
Oh no (ayy, what up, cuz?)
It's 50 Cent, man (wha-what's happnin' nigga?)
Ever since the moment I was born, I been dyin' (yeah)
Hundred
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
Ayy
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy (ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (ooh)
Can't trust
(aw, shit)
Oh no (ayy, what up, cuz?)
It's 50 Cent, man (wha-what's happnin' nigga?)
Ever since the moment I was born, I been dyin' (yeah)
Hundred
hollows still go through your door, this is raw
You scared of me, you not prepared for me, the kid is back
50 Cent.. I know you like that
Yeah I know
And every lock that ain't locked
When no one's around.
I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I
take your drawers off
To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off
Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face
And tell her Ghost said,
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
times
Wanting me a drop-top and a fat knot
And I ain't tryin' to hear that 5-0 shit
I'm black, and I was born
With a survival kit, uh
Ain't shit but spit
And every lock that ain't locked
When no one's around.
I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't
fifty cent, in a bad predicament
The gon' bust your head by them dead green presidents
Wipin' down the evidence, shooters at my residence
All this
diamonds, froze (yeah)
Came from the bottom, toes (woah, Kenny)
Yeah, backend Baby (a hundred)
That's what they pay me a show (let's go)
That's probably
a booth
y'all ain't talking about shit, i'm 100 proof..
that's what my life like
[Chorus]
[Yo Gotti]
I'm from the projects, jaded in, fence surround
I'm
rockin the jams
Turn that shit up, play it again
Cause that's the joint, that's the jam
Turn that shit
That's the joint that's the joint
That's the jam
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