Lyrics:
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
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
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
I'm so distant
Keep it real or keep away from me
I'm not with that acting shit
Get rich or die trying in the streets
I'm feeling like Fifty Cent
Stay
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
the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)]
Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon'
to listen up, listen up baby
PreChorus : You ain't livin' till your loving so let's be romantic
Girl you're all I need to get by, you're my kinda girl
Get them checks and dollar bills, fuck a ho
'Cause if you catch a couple years, they gon' go
They gon' treat you like you jus' another ho
50 Cent
Have a baby by me baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby
Be a millionaire Have a baby by me baby
Be a millionaire Be a millionaire Be
here
She go, I'mma gonna try, here to try it
Rick, my baby needs pampers so buy 'em
Come on take me to Pizza Hut, work class cow
What would your man say
I feel it's time we shape back up, baby
It's that time of year again
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y'all only rock with me 'cause I'm
me for a dollar even though that's all I had left
These greedy lying ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death!
[Chorus]
When we come up we gettin'
Obsessed, she's a mess
But she's one of god's best
Invigorated with self hate
Banging inside her chest
Drowning in her emotions
Triggered by
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
'cause You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You can't Do It Like Me)
{[50 Cent
session, 50 and a half
Confessions comes with the devil soul, dope soul
Grinding up to be confo, they roll dope, roll paper, roll baby
C'est pas papa, rose
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
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
feeling
Saving all the 100's and the 50's get spent
Tryna make a milli out of 15 cent
Baby come and put it down on me, yea
Come and put it down on me, yea
[50 Cent Intro]
Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it,
Smile (Ha, ha)â?¦Lloyd
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Scream one last time
50 Cent, come on
Bounce now, hands up, you know
At least saying goodbye
So all my people on the left, all my people on the right
Scream one last time
50 Cent, come on
Bounce now, hands up, you know
Moving bricks in bricks and mortar
Just to get cents, get cents
When shit gets harder, God feels so distant, distant
It's always gon' be some resistance,
We been tryna hit a head
Can't find him, go get his mans (get his man)
I'm Doe Boy in that mini-van
50 Cent, many men (oh, really?)
I pull up
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