Lyrics:
The day you left, I wonder where you went
And I am the man, like 50 cent
I love her freshest hair, like a peppermint
M.I.A
M.I.A
M.I.A
Baby, why don't you
cars, walk downs, drive-bys
Chest shots, head shots
We hop up out that cut and let it fire, fire, fire
Two cell phones ringing, I been out here serving
making fire wit my camp
I just want it now, gotta give me an advance
I was trained to go, now they know that im the man yea
More then 50 stamps
Conning
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
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
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
saw
A plowin' through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw
Yippee-I-Yay
Yippee-I-Yo
Ghost Riders in the Sky
Their brands were still on fire and thier
that, rude cat
Get back a cool presence but I'll
Merk any fool present
Fool I'm the neighborhood news message
& got you you niggas ahhh
Ye-eeah that's
that ain't locked
When no one's around
I sing
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got 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?
again
Fuck that
Bounce back
I'm comin' in again
I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
So this is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men
No 50 cent
But I'm
Know some niggas when they whip the yay they beat it with the fork I'm up early Monday Morning cause I got to go to court it still make a nigga
Sfx machine gun fire
My whole squad militant
You C.R.A.C.K.E.R.S. call us niggers
But ya'll the ones that's ignorant
I get bent
From weekend to weekend
it
Ima lose it
Royalties
Want my percentage
Need that 50/50 split
Like I'm Russ
What they want
I'm the fire
To y'all blunt
But y'all ain't gone chain
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
fire, got that work, I got that heat
And my supplier go by Khosmo on the beat
The whole team you know err body eat
We gon get the chip then next year we
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,
[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
ha)
No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into
Sex on the Internet
So you want the chatroom or
The house in Malibu?
Em, your emphasis is
thuggin' with no sleep, no cable up on the TV (Them was the good old days)
Retarded, couldn't play house parties
When pickles was fifty cent, that's when
"Live from the studio, Cody with a 40, you know me"
"Aye it's that Mickeys, no Oldie"
Bow wow wow, yippie yo, yippie yay
Bow wow wow, yippie yo,
of money and don't make shit
I give em change
Since they don't make cents
Shawty like 50 and think she still lit
Imagine her raising them kids
Petty like
make it hot, baby (baby)
I apply pressure to pussies, they stunt and I pop (yeah)
Stand above 'em squeezing my pistol, I'm sure that I got 'em
make it hot, baby (baby)
I apply pressure to pussies, they stunt and I pop (yeah)
Stand above 'em squeezing my pistol, I'm sure that I got 'em
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