Lyrics:
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
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
50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
they went down
With a clown To make a news flick
Now look at this, this shit really ridiculous
Conversations with witnesses, not really finna get you
Tryna get rich, put rick on my bitch ima get like diddy
Who ya talking to
Me and my gang so lit 50k just for walking through
Got a big ol' bitch with
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
where's the evidence?
You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship
You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink
Take fifty cents
got a new place
Pull up to them pearly gates
Family eat cause of God's grace
Blowing up at my own pace
Having more fun nowadays
Popping up on them
Diddy but i aint gotta Billi
You bring JT now that's Sex in the City
I mean really i dont mean to be Filthy
But i dont give a fuck im like 02 Fifty
Yeah
it)
I'm so fly I go by Mr. Kent (Black Superman)
I'm gone get rich or die trying 50 cent (Hustle)
Small town make big plays (Yup)
Don't come around if
Cent
Had to weigh down on the drank, me and Deno just dropped the scent
Had to cut off my lil' Wop , cause she was doin' sneaky shit
My new bitch don't
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,
a star got power like I'm Fifty, popped a thirty feeling risky
Can't take a deal less than a milli, walk to the bank hit my dance like diddy
New hoes no
and stop my cash count
I snapped they start disappearing like fifty cents eye brows
How that sound
I'm in a glass house you throwing stones at me
All my shit
bitch
(You've done heard of my name) 50 cent bitch
(I'm a p.i.m.p) Ima pimp bitch
(You done heard about me) Coz I'm the shit bitch
Now things change
on your knees begging for loud shit
I was singing now I'm rapping that's a sound switch
I was in the crib smoking weed by the pound bitch
Yeah you like my
them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm surrounded by many men
But see them boys ain't killing me
They treat me like Metro
If I don't trust you they go
co chceš, píčo? (co chceš, píčo?) Být tebou nic neříkám (ne)
Cigánský 50 Cent (more), nevím, co přijde zítra
My máme brácho vitamín, tebe se to netýká
on the way out
Am feeling like I just began a new life
Most the shit I spit over your head my nigga Boom Mic
Making more Millions than M.I is true right
Story
change nigga, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone,
(Ah)
Brand new whip, 2016 Balenciaga (Brand new whip)
Just check my roster
I'm up against some toddlers
(Let's get it)
You're problems, I can't solve
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
head to Delilah with all of my ice
Head to Delilah with all of my ice, head to Delilah with all of my ice
This shit gotta be over by now for anyone out
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