Lyrics:
a house flip
Or turn A half a o into a bird and do a magic trick
I ain't 50 cent but I got keep a magic stick
That'll make a nigga disapear soon as I clap
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
this drip on my body like a poncho
Your a worker bee when they see me in m head honcho
Pull up F & N grahh grahh call that a drum roll
I'm Smokin
and
I'm wondering why
She loves my body and
I love her scent
The day you left
I wonder where you went
You know I'm the man
Like 50 cent
Our love fresh
Yo real quick, full disclaimer
This sh*t ain't gon' be on the album
[I don't give a fuck tho]
It's just like that lil Sam's sample
[I don't give
'm 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
Cent]
My 22's bling, so niggaz scheme
745i clean, this little shell nigga, fuck a triple beam
Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc
and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out that
Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be false
bankers, too
Must get up an' learn those rules
Weather man and the crazy chief
One says sun and one says sleet
A.M., the F.M. the P.M. too
Churning out
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
crying
Scorpio my sign
Suicide?
Shit, this is do or die
Hella high
Faded in the lunar skies
And i sip sip sip
Sip until i lose control
Spinnin by calle
him
(remind him)
Do a drive-by when I say, Simon (say so)
Send him to kill ya, that’s a assignment
(go get him)
Set this shit on fire, change
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
of b*tches trying to find a nick, holes in my body 50 cent, sober story but a n*gga bent.
No lost love for you , no lost love for you, i still pray for u,i
'm disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
of a 5 a day
Living life the higher way
Could have 50 Cents in my bank account and I'd still be Savage
21
Gimme a Token ill Busta Rhyme guarantee I'd still
down
Above the weather to the better bliss
Togetherness
Judging by my album streams, hardly any gonna hear this
How am I still delirious
Some twisted
fifty cent, in a bad predicament
The gon' bust your head by them dead green presidents
Wipin' down the evidence, shooters at my residence
All this
her 2 cents
See I'm just cruising
I'm Dodging old my h***
I keep giving y'all my old flows
But this shit here is newer than an infant
They like it's
Yeah! That's the beat right there.
I'm about to black out with 100 bars on some professional shit.
So don't try this at home yo.
Yo yo yo
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