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whipped, this shit is ridiculous Shoutout to 50 Cent, man (let the Bandplay) Huh? Say you a gangster, but you ain't never shot nothin' How you
all your bills to pay It's too bad, baby, you might have made your move too soon I think you might have made your move too soon, girl Now, look
a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent) Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay I got a bunch of paper I
cum on your face That's fifty million bucks I feel like 50 Cent Come have a baby by me I got so many chicks like a chicken farm I get so many cheeks
Hasn't it ever occured of Stand on your own two, please I never heard of By the window in the bathroom That one did it got a dress like a brother Then both
tossing and turning underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
Yuh, yuh, yuh, huh, Migos I can, I can, I can I will, I am gon' count out them bands I bought a brand new time piece And it came with a bad
so bad? With my own eyes Saw it with my own eyes With my own eyes So I know its true I saw New Orleans Saw the people left for dead I've
at night, tossing and turning Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
laughing They high from sniffing coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson City lights spark a New York night Rossi and Martini sipping, Sergio Tacchini
dog Turned down Hill, light the Marley spliff Run! I will not get bagged on the rock Run! I seen what happened to Un, they bad with they cops Run!
those hips Like you know how dance to Moroccan Gonna show you a little something new And we'll have a little fun There are fifty shades of me And Ima
wrist, so cool Had to get rid of that nigga, old news We be smokin' by the ounce, roll two Got you rollin' out the pound, real stoned Say I got you
thousand in there (G-Unit radio) When the drama get to poppin' It don't bother me, it don't bother me (50 cent) when the shell casings get to Droppin' it
don't follow the rules Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got Yayo in jail and they
you walk with a shotgun I got new for you, your days are numbered, son Why don't you get yourself a job? When your kid grows up, do you want him to rob?
Can I started makin' dollars then it started makin' cents I used to share my room with the roaches and the rats My lil' cousin Paul and my uncle, Po'
fifty gold, sixty platinum Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez
and a strawberry bazooka, 5 for a haircut, and they can make it thorough, And 50 cents can get you anywhere in the borough, Karate movies came on Saturdays at 3,
[50 Cent] Yeah, F-50 [Chorus - 50 Cent] As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think I'm all poinry, cause
Been a gangsta you can check my fingers, I don't talk on phones Black coffee, sippin', chillin', thinkin I don't talk on phones Bad bitches blow my
shit sounds like them" So, I sat back, thought up a new track Didn't fantasize, kicked the pure Facts, motherfuckers got scared 'Cause they was
No bad blood but we don't speak It's been one-hundred-fifty days or twenty-one weeks Wah-oh Who's countin' though? I saw you holdin' hands
the deal We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and kill You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit
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