Lyrics:
paid him the three cents I owe him. Yeah, isn't that a fruit for ya,
blow your stack about three lousy cents.
The doctor was not pleased to see him
on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be false
You be given the same reward
Socrates and Milhaus Nixon
Both went the same way - through the kitchen
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
on to win 50-nil
You can be true, you can be false
You be given the same reward
Socrates and Milhous Nixon
Both went the same way - through the kitchen
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
on to win 50-nil
You can be true, you can be false
You be given the same reward
Socrates and Milhous Nixon
Both went the same way - through the kitchen
surrounded by my people
Holding down the stick like I'm trying to give it a needle
Bet you didnt know, I got this gun on me
50 drum hollow point, don't front
state to state
By da bundle
I make my own lane in da paint
When I run thru
Get in da way
Ima burn you like funnel
Pimped out my M&P
I got a 50 piece
Got
said Fahrenheit Four Hundred Fifty One
That I bought for 25 cents
From the Salvation Army
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
9, 10, 11, 12
13, 14, 15, 16, 17
18, 19,
body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
Thug, Don't know where ima go i'm amazing
Seen one of the homies fucking with the opps, I been watching him lately
Loyal to my banks, Like 50 Cent oh yea
(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,
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
fuckin' mouth (he won't)
Live at the Oscars, you can't make up this story
Her boo August Alsina got beat up by Tory
Jada probably called him to see if he
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
you money, got a TEC with a 50
Now we ridin' through the opp shit (opp shit)
Red beams, Glock shit, hollows tryna drop shit
The police can't stop
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
a shot through his Apple Watch
He ain't have no time to speak
I wanna say "Free AB!"
A nigga who showed you respect from the gate
My love go out to him
you niggas
Sleepy Hollow
While I'm
Collecting heads
Listen no time
To get rest
A soldier on
Mode of survival
Will fight through
The struggles
And fight
this is
It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aw nigga don't trip
I come through your hood, stunting in my yellow Lam'
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
I'm
reach me by my number (yeah)
Didn't let him fuck, he ate my ass, what a bummer (yeah)
Bitch, I'm Big Carbon (yeah), run through his wallet (yeah)
If
(yeah), don't call me Kim, ho (the fuck?)
Got good pussy, have him bustin' out my window (good pussy)
Feel like 50 Cent (why?), 'cause I got many men, ho
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