Lyrics:
sense down to your Feet and since
I spill rhymes like I'm 50 Cent
Let it seep, go to sleep, and hence
It's risky since I can't fix this dent in my head
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
I got the crown, I ain't talking Netflix
I ain't a CNN, but the niggas need care
So sick, I need air
Hairy ass bitch needs some nair
We got the club
Cashin' in these checks, that are less than fifty cents
Dammit I might just regret where and how this business went
But I'm rapping so tight, Shaq
of fools, to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery! Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be! Fooled by a peaceful
Un!
He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom,
can't hold me
And I show my face in a case so you know it's me
Imitation isn't flattery, it's just annoyin' me
And I'm too about it
And the dirt that
You lost your common sense for a buck and fifty cents
But full of confidence so high I don't know why
I, I don't know and I don't, I don't care
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
on the phone
Doin' ninety miles an hour in the fifty mile zone
They never took the time to tell you ?bout sex
So you had to learn about it in
then I can, 'cause frankly I'm sick of talkin'
I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience 'cause
Step by step, heart to heart,
then I can, 'cause frankly I'm sick of talkin'
I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience 'cause
Step by step, heart to heart,
And I show my face in a case so you know it's me
Imitation isn't flattery, it's just annoyin' me
And I'm too about it
And the dirt that they threw
to share
Rather eat by myself
So they looking at me all salty
I learned to cut hair
So I could buy soups
And fill up my belly
And fill up my belly
My
got the nine like fifty cent
You use the wrong tone you get stomped out by many men
Always ready to brawl Controlled Chaos is raw
All I do is spit facts
from shop i'm only spending 50 cent
When you gonna realize, ain't nobody like you
Ain't nobody fuck with you that's why we ain't invite you
Ain't no
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?
wanna fuck
(Call me) Why you naggin me?
(Call me) Girl you houndin me
(Call me) Why you harassin me?
I don't want alone time, I just wanna fuck
50 Cent
to stand by?
A good girl beat a bad bitch by a landslide
They'll never know about your life
Through a three minute song
So when you gotta tell 'em leave ya
came[01:45.28]That's how I came[01:47.33]I been trynna play my cards right but this not a game[01:50.64]I'm so sick of this shit that's why I sip cough syrup every
Yeah
G-Unit nigga
50 Cent
You Heard Me
Irv I don't believe you let that nigga talk
You fat cupcake eatin' motherfucker
I'll fuck you up nigga
to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery... Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be
Fooled by a peaceful
Un! He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom, trump
bread won't even let you hold 50 cent
I come through fresher than a motherfucking peppermint
You old news need to go into retirement Or i
Intensive care,
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