Lyrics:
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
on another penetrating mission.
(?Alleluia? song is playing.)
HUNKIE
Captain! Captain! What?s that in space ahead?
KWIRK
Huh? Oh no, it?s another
while I cake out
I can't be more then me
But you can make me out to be
What you want me to be 50!
It's just a pinch man it's a sample
You're not supposed
the lyrical skill to back it up
Suck my sack of nuts is what the old me might say
But the new me says you gon choke on these nuts cause you quite gay
clright
is homie, La Cosa Nostra
I won't stop 'til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, motherfuckers
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love
is homie, La Cosa Nostra
I won't stop 'til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, motherfuckers
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love
the street
50 Cent on repeat on the 2 train
On the block, you ain't see it, bitch, you heard about it
I'm havin' conversations with Irv Gotti
No trappin'
50 Cent ciara
I'm focused, man (DarkChild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me I handle my
Look, mama, I made it (grrt)
Look, I remember the days
Same fit for a week straight
I used to eat fifty-cent cake
Now, it's Philippe's
It's
on the game
I suppose what you're spittin' is flames, cowards
Knew your crew was vaginal, I could smell the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
50 Cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
The Memphis niggas is rowdy rowdy
Them
[50 Cent-talking]
I don't even know how to explain it, you know?
You know from time to time she's on my mind you know
You know what I mean she's my
[50 Cent-talking]
I don't even know how to explain it, you know?
You know from time to time she's on my mind you know
You know what I mean she's my
no sand in it
I keep it real when im spittn
Cus fuck what they want
Bitch i am what you gettn
Ian finna lie i be tryn be forgiven
This nine by my
of paper signed and left with a fifteen cent tip that Marsha had
Gotten out of her mother's small beige pocketbook in the den. "What do you
Think it is
had
gotten out of her mother's small beige pocketbook in the den. "What do you
think it is?" Sheila asked. Marsha stood with her arms folded behind
And after all was said and done
She might not like what I'd become
So listen to your love
If you let it, it will tell you
You got to try again, again
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life
So many niggas wanna play but still got dues to pay
Some of 'em gotta beg a bitch to stay
But I don't, I
what time it is
To all my real New Yorkers
Please, stand up
That's right
Augh
Yeah, Look
It's that New York City, time to get gritty
Bang Bang, a kid got
mama, your uncle, your cousin?
I’m showing love cuz it’s really just nothing
Was up in the club, bottle of bub’
I’m fifty cent, man I’m all the above
I’m
crazy winter
'Cause so cold in the D, it is as days begin to tick away
But ain't this what really made me into the angry bitter blonde
But ain't we
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
one's the dime
But it's not worth the least
No, that would be the nickel
Yeah the five cent piece
So the dime is worth ten
The nickel is five
Next up is
my boy! free Bobby) you know that Shmigo all the way (free Rowdy) Shmigo! (Shmigo Gang)
You know what it is
Free the Shmigo gang, them my posse yeah
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