Lyrics:
up nobody seemed to give a shit
And that's what makes me one hard son of a bitch
Since they ain't give a shit, I ain't give a shit either
Sweet 16,
to give a shit
And that's what makes me one hard son of a bitch
Since they ain't give a shit, I ain't give a shit either
Sweet 16, time to stack me up
ain't gon let you get away
And you can ride this
Load it up pull it back then aim
Bust and release fifty flame in hang
Bullets slang like crack
I deliver to a Beat
I'm so fuckin' cool, we side by side, you shiver in the heat
I spit this shit like a gift, so what you givin' to me
If I was
Shit Bitches ain't
Niggas ain't Shit Yes
But I still love you
Everyday I check the message board
Did you get my text or
You going to leave me
All black leather
Im killing the Goth look
Got the blues clues
Counting money to Garth Brooks
Momma told me
Shit aint never sweet as it looks
pull up I'm killing the red op (Bang)
Then I threw the money on the dash
Listen, I had a quarter, flipped it
50 cent waters (Tell em)
I just been
hardy, burbs now im movin in
Acres so big ima need me a landscape
50cent cake i turned to a pancake
Smack down, 50 bands, shit raw
Best producer turnt
I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
This is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men
No 50 cent
But I'm wild
I can't get no rest
Up all night
Don't get
named 50 Cent I signed
This shit's official now, the deal is finished and it's time
To get down to this business, let's go get these nicks and dimes
this is
It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aw nigga don't trip
I come through your hood, stunting in my yellow Lam'
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
I'm
they been forming shit but They gat none
Nigga they been claiming shit cause They gat all
Ga Jump on by two nigga boi ain't Runing
Ga lock up in
(High Class Street Music 5)
(The Plug Best Friend) yeah
Heavy-ass shit 'round my neck, man hahaha
Ayy, these bitches ain't shit
And these niggas
Hey! Sippin' on the heineken
Ain't a rapper finer than
The BIG and Fifty Grand
Suckers better try again
Before you get lifted and twisted
You better
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood
You know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you
how I knock him off
Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching y'all
Motherfuckers
They, they talking that, that gangsta shit
They ain't about
Ain't nobody fit to do shit important
People really don't give no fuck about nothing
Although they may smile and be cordial
Dealin' around with the wrong
the bilz-nack
His buddy tried to peel back, but I had to kill that
Real niggaz from the turf, shit I know y'all feel that
We won't talk, ain't no need for that
the bilz-nack
His buddy tried to peel back, but I had to kill that
Real niggaz from the turf, shit I know y'all feel that
We won't talk, ain't no need for that
[50 Cent]
Yeah nigga! Ha ha
Let's go nigga, this is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald
Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!)
Tupac wear
it in
Yeah I'm just like 50 cent hated on by many men
Henny got me fucked up and nothings making any sense
But I'm still standin nigga guess that i
the door
Like a broken Nintendo
I ain't playing no more
You keep your 3rd Eye closed
But I'm well awoke
By the way that he spoke
I could tell he don't know
niggas, ten, twelve, thirteen, on go with a finger point
A lot of squads start poppin' up (huh?)
Screamin' shit that we ain't heard of (what?)
Migos pull
'bout that!
Want to tell that D's yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha 5th in ya mouth
Jack! 50 Cent!
I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout
It! - I'm
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