Lyrics:
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
Run me my reparations, my nigga I need it all
Nah, I ain't got no patience my nigga, i'm tryna ball
Need my shit by tomorrow
I feel like big worm,
sign in to speed Don't get it, pocket full of L's Just to get by, catch a brand new kicks I am fly X Y, we can do this like this Ain't no picture this
visualize destruction soon to come
Throwin' within this city we call Atlantis
Prayin' like a mantis everyday ain't good in the woods of Southwest
I stress
the Range, I'm into nice thangs
I slang weed, cocaine and heroine
50 Cent, that's my name, nigga I bring the pain
You thought shit stay the same, nigga shit
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
of Kanye West and 50 Cent
Dropping on the same day, couldn't wait for our pay day
Me and my boys had a job, we worked the same place (T-Dot)
Worked for
try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between
and fifties and hundreds
We counting this money
And stacking up all the hundreds (Aye)
We ain't have to do it like them
Arm in the rim
It's like we play ball
and like that and like this
You heard my nigga y'all smoking roach spray
Man we on a first class
Flight to Barcelona, man 50 Cent, Lloyd
Banks, Tony Yayo,
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
and the finger of a thirty-eight
Dust by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor
I'm living I can't see no ghetto,
This ain't America, it's England, where we live ain't nothing special.
You can take anywhere and call it a ghetto,
world
Know my name
Welcome to Marco Island
Where this home court
Forever runs the game
Ball so hard
You'll have no other choice
Than to vote me
First
but try to act like 50 Cent
So we gone treat him like 50 Cent
Shoot his ass nine times like 50 Cent
But the only difference is he won't live again
Tryna
now I get 50
Lets run up some bands Im down to get it (down to get it)
We outnumbered by these bitches why trip
Never let em come between or take away
about how they did me
Yeah
Everybody 'cept for Boosie, 50 Cent and Dave Chapelle
Ain't none of them niggas I helped get 'em Billboard helped me out
…time to play around, what is this? (humming
Singing) 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
Gather all my thoughts
All the bullshit I experienced is
Coming out right now
LALI BA
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10 ways, 50 ways, 100 ways I got a plan
Run it up, every way I can
10 ways, 50 ways, 100 ways I got a plan
Time to boss up, let's
(50-50) Hell yeah (Hell yeah)
I can run this shit up all by myself (Run it up)
Boy you tissue soft I was born in hell (Born in hell)
Why you off the cob
Gardena to Gardere, Louisiana (woo)
We was at Louisiana, came up off them snack packs
50 cent for Shastas, itchy blop up in the backpack
Little Caesar
to hand at the serving station
To making a hundred and fifty grand just off day training
Ay man, we know you ain't did the shit you said man (no)
Where I
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