Lyrics:
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah I got it, I got it
I got it
I got a niche than I got rich
Almost died trying like fifty cent and
If they crying they wet as my bitch
Ok mmm yeah Prince
Uh I ain't really wanna do it but I did it then
I ain't really want her friend but I hit her friend
Ain't spending money I can't
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope
love, kind words are $1.25
50 cents will get you a smile and maybe a goodbye
You've got a vending machine love, kind words are $1.25
50 cents will get you
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
And Obie's comin', D-Twizzy's comin'
You're sick to your stomach (ugh)
Fifty percent of it's 50 Cent
The other 50 percent of it's whose color of skin it is
Yeah! Ha ha
Still Aftermath, 2006
And don't worry 'bout that "Detox" album, it's comin'
We gon' make Dre do it (ha ha)
50 Cent, G-Unit
Obie Trice,
Yeah! Ha ha
Still Aftermath, 2006
And don't worry 'bout that "Detox" album, it's comin'
We gon' make Dre do it (ha ha)
50 Cent, G-Unit
Obie Trice,
rep Jesus Christ till the end
Yeah yeah I've been
I been born again no longer the same am I
I'm a different man you can see it in my eyes
I opened up
like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
Dj Kay Slay, The Drama King
Fat Joe, 50 Cent
New York City, had to happen
It's about
I got that power like I'm 50
Don't include yo cents
I bring that force like I'm on Starz
Have yo ass heaven sent
I paid a chick to set him up
Caught
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
class tagging on the avenues
Getting into mischief and blowing on chronic
Rest in peace Jose its cuz of you we bonded (RIP)
I was blasting 50 Cent Get
to whistling
Gotta teach these niggas discipline, so I keep my FN
You short me as much as fifty cents, come collect with many men
I done got my Iron Maiden in,
her again
Damn, he gon' give it to you
No, I need 75 cents out of you i got you
Ooh, lemme see that, bro i want it outta her
What you need to do, is you
verbrennt
Get rich or die tryin sagte sogar 50cent
Ich muss scheinen weil mich Leider noch nicht jeder kennt
Drip Level bis zum Jupiter
Ja du weißt ganz genau
lived (Hey)
All I know is go trying get rich (Rich)
Trying make a dollar outta 50 cent (Do It)
You ain't never did it how a nigga did (Fuck Naw)
You ain't
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
the Salvation Army n****, you can't borrow my style
Don't take it out on me that you got label problems
You was born and raised in Manchester, what the h*** you
got the nine like fifty cent
You use the wrong tone you get stomped out by many men
Always ready to brawl Controlled Chaos is raw
All I do is spit facts
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
about who's a bigger star, Joe, Jada or Ja?
So close but so far
So many with no start
I can't believe 50 Cent and NY fell off
Then LA came back, then
Cashin' in these checks, that are less than fifty cents
Dammit I might just regret where and how this business went
But I'm rapping so tight, Shaq
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