Lyrics:
years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one
When they find my body tell them leave it where I kept it
In a drawer with all my regrets and the parts I left neglected
Promise with a handgun, I
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka,
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm
flint
Yeah I smoke and stay gone but I know where I been
And 50 cent song got me dodging many men
The d on my hate is David in the lions den
Plus I knew
song that we just made
And we eating candy canes 'cause it's the son of God's birthday
The Christmas tree we decorate, chilling by the fireplace
Happy
but I got it like this, anything I want imma get, get or die trying 50 cent, little money that I spent for her to let me come up on her tits, I promise
but I can't forget
When i was asking for them dollars it was barely 50 cent
Names on the list
But I ain’t owe you shit
Never did favors
It leads
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
eventually ceases to
Be controlled by a fear of what
Life can bring - James Baldwin
For well over a year 50 Cent
Had been working on what
Was meant to be hist
Hallelujah, the Five Joyful Mysteries
The First Joyful Mystery, The Annunciation
The angel Gabriel was sent from God to a town of Galilee called
(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,
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
and wait here
List on Forbes i'm tryna be part
Mark this date and check it out later
Man of my word but i don't talk that much
Alhamdulillah God Saved my
a gangsta
You had us all fool you a pranksta
Here's 50 cents you a wanksta
Too much dirty laundry like hampers
That man can't lead the team
He slow off
make no sense
Getting rich Counting cents__ damn my life is marvelous
I everyday I walk in tint
You might miss it if you squint
From the gods I was sent
Bone Thugs N Harmony
Un sac Eatspak ouais c'est le système
Toujours pas le 6pack de Fifty cent
Trom Stalingrad, ken Ibtissem
Champagne Cristal et p'tite
Yeah, aye
Praise to the most high
Skywalkin on Cloud 9
Praise to the most high
Skywalkin
It was written by God, but it came from Quinn
I might be
Cross my heart and when I die
I hope that's not the finish line
Niggas want me dead but too damn scared so they just improvise
Illuminati 3-6 god
the K on tour
When we carry the 44, he rollin' wit 50 Cent
Untold the 50 gallons rock it like 50 Cent
Yea, bussin' at the sky, fuck it I'm high
So big one
Trauma sensitizes the brain to pain
The cooccurrence between trauma and chronic pain is something like 50 per cent up to 80 per cent
So if you've had
[Buc Fifty: repeat 2X]
Born in fire built in this Empire
can't get no higher or stop my desire
Dark Riders, we be pullin all nighters
Never see us
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