Lyrics:
Built my pyramid then built my ladder to success
Y'all many men 50 Cent
Either get rich or die trying
Steady hands
Never sweat under the spotlight
Make
Straight up, and your haircut game is fucked up
I'm toe-tyin' them niggas, them niggas are dudun-dudun, nigga
Straight up, yo that nigga 50 Cent?
That's
ignorant just like 50 Cent with his post
Niggas posting all online
So when you slide you under arrest
That nigga corny he a bitch
That nigga telling on his
rapper tryin' to mimic him
And that's what really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
You would never know
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
mattered
Why's it matter?
Why's it matter?
Why's it matter?
I never mattered
I was never worth a cent nor a penny
I just wanna be dead, Satan come get me
(intro)
Yo
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
me and you
You got my heart with you
Can we split it 50 baby (50 50 50 50)
Can you be the brightest part of my day (My day My day My day)
There's
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
Have a baby
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be
and
I'm wondering why
She loves my body and
I love her scent
The day you left
I wonder where you went
You know I'm the man
Like 50 cent
Our love fresh
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
the excuse of 'National Security'
By the lying shits who were interested only in saving their political skins.
It didn't matter a fuck to them how many died
everybody, the Manband's in town
We got some time to kill and we all raring to clown
But don't let no female play us cheap
We got fifty cents more than
thing that matter)
I be locking in, be going ghost they call me Casper (be goin' ghost)
Tryna reach the top, so everyday I climb a ladder (mmmmm)
By any
gettin' 50 cent cakes, so how can I split a ten
You ain't got no directions on this map, how do I know the plan
You gotta go and take the risk, for that
to breathe
I need you, I'm tellin' you so now you know what I need
I be a part time or full time lover significant lover
No matter which way it go I'm also
Why don't tell everybody
Rocket's back in town
I got a dollar and a ring in the clock, yeah
Don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more
on the phone
Doin' ninety miles an hour in the fifty mile zone
They never took the time to tell you ?bout sex
So you had to learn about it in
Time to step away from my home
Many different places that I go
Time to step away from my roads
Please don't leave it vacant in my soul
Time to step
Its the way i live my life
Always give 100 take back 50
Give one 100 and i take back 50
Dont have anytime to be so thrifty
Dont need a shrine just
biddies
Homie slide through and i only charge em 50
Yeah, I might just go blow some O's
I just feel that right to my dome
All this time that I spent alone
you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked
You need something special all right
You
(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'
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