Lyrics:
February 20, 2014
50 Cent announced today that he has signed an
Exclusive worldwide distribution and services
Agreement with Caroline capitol
UMG
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
Shots thru your leather and clothe
With your skelly off break ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket
I don't give a fuck who you be
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
(for real)
Dope fiend beggin' for a dollar from me (what?)
But all I got is fifty cents for a cigarette (here)
Landlord in my apartment knockin'
a nigga slaughter your main (yeah)
Send them hollows, nigga, ooh, yeah
Send them hollows niggas, I'm in the 6
Lookin' for me, nigga, I'm in the bricks
Ya'll niggas want to get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you want
could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
run in yo' shop and take pies
Purpose of my son, raise him to do the same
Clip blazin' it through your brains
Strip, use it 'til it's burned out
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin
what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it
the block like Dekembe
Ima get rich or die tryin like 50 cent say
Juggman baby I made a killin
Off a prepaid
Hall of fame I'm in the game like EA
Her and her
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
Christian loubs these bloody shoes
Walk him down stand over you (Bop bop)
Too many shots he won't pull through
Closed caskets funerals
He keep talking about
him by this evenin' (ayy)
We take Percocet and holy water to fight demons
I won't make no status, baby, we pull up, get even
Put my right hand
Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talks about him bad
She says since he blew up, he changed for sure
He's really fascinated with these fancy hoes
tried to run up too reckless, we left him neckless, like he was buying a chain
50 with switchy get busy they dizzy from spinning man everybody dying
50 Cent
Shady, Aftermath, The Dream Team
We gotta get the get well cards
Niggas is sick, feel this
Motion picture shit
Now don't think I won't
surrender
Ain’t no fallin' back
Tell that nigga I’ma kill him, hang up
And he callin' back like fuck that
When it's up, ain't no down
Every minute we ridin'
double
My niggas had to invest
You ain’t got the dodie, I give my man fifty
Get hollows ripping through your chest
We been trappin' for couple months
I
You bout to die over a bitch that done been ran through
Yea, so you goin die about this hoe
You fucking fifty other ones but this one got yo throat,
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