Lyrics:
autour du feu ninja
The only way to beat them is to feed them with their own medicine
So yo go get some knowledge cuz it's time for us to begin
They
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
empowered by the people I love
I pray god doesn't take me young
Because you know what they say the good die young
So can anybody tell me It seems the good die
love, kind words are $1.25
50 cents will get you a smile and maybe a goodbye
You've got a vending machine love, kind words are $1.25
50 cents will get you
Yeah
Shorty, I know what you need
I got everything you need
I promise I ain't gon' hold out neither
I'ma give it all to you, baby
That's
Aye
Aye
Bow bow
What it do Nate
You ready? (Yeah)
Alright hold up hold up hold up think we got one there
(Aye) Twenties and fifties and hundreds
We
the pump letting people
Gas you up
Let's see you defeat hell
Bipolar yo my mind is relentless
It overloads explode no intentions
Like what the fuck did do
Malone
I know a man, his name is Lang,
And he has a neon sign
And Mister Lang is very old,
So they call it Old Lang's Sign
Oh what have you done,
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
We get it how we live shawty you know what it is shawty
Hennessey patron or we pourin up that fris shawty
Majorr in the game tho' watch me do my thang
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto.
Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting
50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
ain't nuttin change
You move I'll blow your brains
Yea
Lloyd Banks nigga
Whats up nigga?
It's 50 nigga
You fuckin wit him right?
I know you fuckin wit
the life in the grill, gorilla pimpin
If I have to mack ya wife then I will, it's me and 50 Cent
My nigga, live in trife, and thats real, talkin shit on us
Yeah
Shorty, I know what you need
I got everything you need
I promise I ain't gon' hold out neither
I'ma give it all to you, baby
That's
nigga, 50 Cent nigga
What-what nigga
What's up homie?
How you been?
What it be?
What's yo Biz?
What you see?
Do I got what you need?
I got money, is it weed, is it liquor beer to drink?
an animal nigga, no call me Hannibal nigga
'Cause niggas is food as soon I'm in the movies (Oh)
(Chorus: 50 Cent)
I'm a motherfucker rider
I'm
with these heroes
Do you want losers or winners? This music is in us, and it's
Not over 'til we say it's finished
And G-Unit spinners will keep
on four strings
It's really not hard
To be a bard
On four strings
What's hard
Is being heard as a bard
Who has something nice to sing
But just can't sing
Put my problems in her hands
Gold’s what she gave back
Swear it won’t be long
Till my name sparks applause
Use This mic is a can of gas
Have everyone
[50 Cent Intro]
Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it,
Smile (Ha, ha)â?¦Lloyd
Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat
Piss and moan, but I'm not gonna fall, bitch! (Yeah)
It's too loud
Can't hear it coming down the hallway
drop it down and do the splits like this the circus
I can't decide what i'm gonna do, heh, uh huh
Gotta make a move, got no time to lose, uh huh
50 50
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