Lyrics:
surely get to 50 if he Started with four
You could surely get to 50 if You mind ya bizness
GETCHA MIND OUT THE GUTTER AS A MATTER OF FACT
IMMA HAVE
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny's, I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent, I got a job for your father
I'm tryna help with the rent, I came up from
truck, whizzin' through borders
I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill'
I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real?
Dead presidents,
Fouling me so I'm a free throw
That word of truth no matter how it goes
Don't play with me, I stay busy
Go 100 You can ask 50cent
When I come around they
Riding
Behind tint
You shouldn't be
Making no moves
You Behind on rent
Feeling like fifty cent
Bumping that many men
No conversation
Unless it's
instead of Using common sense
Cause apparently they matter to Make 50 cents
Ain't that fucked up
Cause it got me overworked
To rise higher up the ladder
Up
cost like 50 cents
Smoke a jay and stay high 'til I'm 56
Chef Curry in the pot boy I flick the wrist
I won't take your brother or your mother
Just
truck, whizzin' through borders
I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill'
I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real?
Dead presidents,
stripped-down Model A
At Harold's Super Service, we do grease jobs
We fix fifty, sixty flats every day
And just about the time we get real busy
Here comes this
But don`t let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more that I`m gonna keep, so
Let the good times roll, let the good times roll
I don`t care if
a dollar and a quarter and I'm just ringing the clock
But don't let no female, play me cheap
I got fifty cents more than I'm gonna keep
So let the good
the quarter
A big jump in size
Twenty-five cents
A nickel and two dimes
Now here comes the loonie
Wow, it's worth four times
That's right, a dollar
Ya, one
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about
train to blow
Just LA said
It was me and bro we was at the store
Me and bro got 50 cent cakes
By the way that I'm bussing they think I'm the lakes
Left
the nerves to hit you
Time is flying by, but I still try
to fight my pride and call you
I get so lonely
When will you call me
All I ask is 50/50, call me back
pussy, I got her out my mix
Ha, she what me to buy that BBL, pfft, it's a trick
We done put this shit on many men, ha, 50 Cent
You a ho, but you
How many men that's word to 50 perhaps
All of these bitches wanna be gay
50 Cent go get the strap
Maybe if you be a playa dog a bitch
No matter
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
They're angry that they will never shut me up
I'm making more noise
Turn me up or turn me down it's your choice
Black lives only matter when they
Got
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