Lyrics:
one off issue
Two-fifty-two on the scale, that's a nino
Eighteen sales, five hundred-four grams
Add an extra gram when you weigh it with the ...
Real
Play the game 4 quarters
Yeah I keep it one hundred
Real recognize real, recognize real
Real recognize real, real recognize real
Real recognize real
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
there's someone in my house
(911 dispatch) can you please run by your address for me
(woman) 151 shenedoah, shenendoah
(911 dispatch) ma'am where inside
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
(Mommy, Indian got them beats)
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Draco, dare to hit me, you got a fifty
and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 Cent & The Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go
of pushing broom buys a
Eight by twelve four bed room, I'm a
Man of means by no means
King of the road
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No
diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody
"Come and lay down on the floor with me
It's warmer here by the fire"
She didn't know that there was more of me
She'd have to learn to love all four
I can hold my breath for a minute or so
Five days without food is as long as i'll go
I didn't sleep once for four days and three nights
I once
that's me, that's you
But outside there's a cold distance
Listen for the wildcats, here them growl
Two riders were approaching as the wind began to howl
believe fifty shots gone set it off
Me, Wayne, Juve, and Turk coming show you through
Four niggas with fifty shots that's two hundred at you
They burn
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
water like a diver
Six shot survivors
School of hard knock scholars
These niggas ain't riders, they hiders
They cowards
I feel like 50, hold power
arrepentido, he vivido bien, (he)
Hecho un par de amigos y enemigos también, (he)
Generado cienes y follado de gira en hoteles
Vida de trapper, 50cent
Estoy
him I would have wore a mask
Hit him with the four, took the dough and tore ass
Want not, waste not, front not
They didn't see him dip into the 50
Anybody that want it with a real G
Bring your bitch to me, egotistically
She wants to get worked out mentally, physically
I'm holding a four fifth
Top
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
(on the four)
They say the real four, we say the real four (real four)
We rep the same gang we'll kill for (kill for)
(Quad city, gang-gang, that's
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
'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
Verse 1:
I got this coffee pot of white soap
Stuck my hanger down the center
When I entered I spent it cause it was like dope
But on the real-a he
station in Jamaica
Queens zach Fink Ny1 50 cent:
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50
Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want
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