Lyrics:
I'm back up like I never left
I'm Calculated with wisdom that's how I take my steps
Got 50 cents the way I'm steady dodgin' this death
With what I
And put my bars all in line
Yo baby mama texting me
Saying that fine
All in my dm's
Wanna see I ain't lying
Rap is my life
I don't know what a hoobie is
…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
featuring Sho
Verse 1: [Willie D]
As I roll through the motherfucking inner city
27 years and the block still looks shitty
blue coupe
Big rocks in the stone boy you know what we do
Remember them days when we ain't had no food
50 cent cake for just me and my crew
My mother
behind me
I got head rest, Genesis played by the Brat-Hey
Bulletproof windows, for negroes, that want to act
Don't want to face the fact, That
man yeah what is it man
(say fuck that what Devin and the Wreckshop family, ay you need to get in this limo man)
(ay yo yo E.S.G., hold up baby let me
this motion picture
I'm a real nigga baby ain't none fake about me baby
Just hustling mufucker trying run my check up daily
I just want my commas x10
me, baby
And you thought Ghost Weed was only for the thugs?
Hey, ho (what?)
Yeah, you, ho (oh, yeah, me, true, true)
You can be down too
(Yo
yourself with me baby, ain't no need to mask it
Nope, baby ain't no need to mask it
I see the fire in ya eyes, when I light the blunt
I'm straight forward
but I got it like this, anything I want imma get, get or die trying 50 cent, little money that I spent for her to let me come up on her tits, I promise
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
Rubik's
Baby wanna fuck
Told that bitch she gotta slurp me
When I make her horny
I be gone by the morning
Please don't call my phone
My main bitch at home
She ain't even fuckin me
I cant stand this shit
I just wanna live comfortably
Called my homie Lou
Told him what it do
I'm tryna by a pack man
What's it
end hated on by many men
And I need a G for a unit like I'm 50 Cent
Double up for the rent make it triple cop the bent
Nigga talking about he play wit
bosses
You want to get rich, bet on me, motherfuck them horses
I'm black, too good, deadly like a luger
I live day by day, but my mind set
black but that hair make me a papi
Im a call Fifty my baby belong with the starz
Smart pretty and a freak she gotta be from mars
Said I just wanna see you
moving backward, only moving forward
Looking for my love well I say you getting warmer
Do that lil' dance, my baby a performer
Need 50 cent, will you be my
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
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
encantado conocerte
Yo haría cualquier cosa para complacerte
Porque ninguna como tú yo he logrado imaginar
Que me tiene soñando despierto tanto que hace
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