Lyrics:
Yeah, she a girl but she call me daddy
Smokin' nothin' but the best, you can call this Cali
Half a brick on the seat, you can call that sally
A little
Yeah, she a girl but she call me daddy
Smokin' nothin' but the best, you can call this Cali
Half a brick on the seat, you can call that sally
A little
(mm-hmm)
Runnin' niggas, I should be sponsored by Nike (mm-hmm)
Bitch, I'm Big Carbon (yeah), don't call me Kim, ho (the fuck?)
Got good pussy, have him
Shady/Aftermath money
It's like a monopoly
They probably just now finally understand "How to Rob" fully
50 Cent was like a fuckin' jackpot for me
And Dre, it's
(Let's go)
Swear I'm gon' get rich or die tryin'
I'm goin' out like 50 Cent
(Aight, come on, on my mama)
Yeah, we gon' cap outside his crib
Like we came
of Kanye West and 50 Cent
Dropping on the same day, couldn't wait for our pay day
Me and my boys had a job, we worked the same place (T-Dot)
Worked for
sick
Many men want see me fall, dawg I feel like 50 Cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say
turned me to a fucking man (21)
Living by the code, I don't talk to police (never)
Stand up when I'm pissing, can't no nigga ho me (pussy)
Rapping like
weighs eighteen stone
(That's two hundreds fifty six pounds)
I don't mind her fat but,
It's not only that but,
She's cockeyed and muscle-bound, Molly
up by my lonely no you can not get a hand
I got 100s and 50s of rocks iced out on my clock
On the other hand call it a watch
Just climbing my way
Hit the scene got a whole lot of hate for it
Now I'm popping like I'm going out of state for it
Life a bitch couldn't giving her 2 cent
And now my
ride me like a Bentley
Shoot the shit till it's empty
Ain't a Killa don't temp me
100 clip filled with 50
Call the play up hold up something fishy
Public
I would dream about the end of the world
I would see the heavens
Be caught by you
You and me will be here
I will sit here and I will watch
Us
You
time, stay off that down the alley mule and gin.
You can get some mule on Walnut Street, fifty cents a throw.
You can get some white mule on Walnut
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
50 cent
I ain’t even worth a cent but I’m heaven sent
I’m hellbent on getting it on
By the bar I see a black blonde
(As I approach)
Hello ma’am, you
this
A Billion more hits, trillion more clicks
Moredern day gangsters
Robbing the industry
50 cent mentality
Fourth grade arguments
And toddler tantrums
stop it, i am unstoppable! Yeah!
I'm changing my name man
Don't call me 50 Cent no more
Call me 50 Interscope Cent
Curtis Interscope Jackson
I'm runnin'
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
living in
They say you shouldn't throw stones
If you live in a glass house
I learned that as a shorty
Bumping 50Cent
Nowadays I'm just hated on by many men
Pain is coming soon
What you believe
The darkness In the room
You know that I see
The Crows on the move
Never standing by me
You know we on the move
done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(I'ma p.i.m.p) I'ma pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz I'm the shit bitch
Now things change at first they
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
Game gggggggg Unit!
See I'm a city boy man I ain't from the South
50 Cent man ya'll niggas ya'll
Know what I'm
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