Lyrics:
And I got some more in store
When I get to thrown it on you
You got to come back for more
Toys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
shit's at
Niggas want my life homey come get that
I'm tired of the rif rat
Niggas better sit back
Cause when the guns come out
They break like kit-kats
But
mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 3]
I love 50 Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talk about him bad
She says since he blew up,
years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one
I’ll stand behind this shattered glass
I feel like 50cent
I never worry
Cuz I know somethings are imminent
I guess I gave em what they needed
They ain’t
birth in 1986
She greatly miss
2019, hit the rap game and finally made a hit
She told me come and put a baby in her and she gave me kiss, I saved
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
come across never took loss cause she leaving better
Winners win momma told me to get the dividends, and I did
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent
the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be best friend
If relation will you be my rider to the end
Confessions
we would never get old
Went from loosies and buses, and fifty cent sodas
And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers
Mad years passed ,still got each
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy
Drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin'
We don't give a fuck
pounds
I ain't from a softy town
Niggas'll break your bones, crack your faith
Call the doctor, let him put it back in place
Ha ha ha, 50 Cent yeah what
ain't right in they
Mind, I mean let alone writin' they lines
But take this i'm the only artist you know
Can sing to your bitch
And then talk back greezy
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
gimme 50, drop n gimme 50
Drop n gimme 50, girl drop n gimme 50
[Mike Jones]
Lil mama right there bad
She dropping 'n shaking fast
Come holla I got
back and bust ya or stomp you out
'Cause we don't trust ya
'99 shit
Big EMD, Southside
50 Cent, uh
(Yeah, no doubt, 50, take 'em back
her prima
Lil baby gone shake it like Shakira
On her knees you know I feed her
In a high speed chase in a beamer
Getting neck by two latinas
Aye Getting
50 Cent West Coast Interview Clip
The fuck you thought?
I was one of them? Yeah
Imma tell you like 50 told me in 03
I don't know what you done heard
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
end it!
And bring this shit back to business
You can have yo bitch dog
I live by the rules I'm givin'
[Chorus]
Come on, come on, come on
Grab
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
to back
I’m off the wall
We be going back to back
Like hold your back
Baby I’m falling back c’mon
Baby
Won’t you come my way
Won’t you, won’t you
Baby
Won’t
back
See I never came back in that black on black
Nigga come through for a nine and a half
I'ma tell him ain't nothin' left
Nigga need an eight, tell
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