Lyrics:
you dead
That’s a funny way to be heaven sent
My guard is bent
Gotta get it just to pay the rent
Gave out verses to people
And I ain’t make a cent
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Verse 2 - The Game]
I told Dre
I pop me some ex I don't want no more sex shawty giving me neck by da sec while I'm speeding
Don't spit it out shawty tell me of course
I look
[Originally by 50 Cent]
No shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gonna' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink
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
with lipo's
You annoy me John, your fuckin' nuts, I know
So that's why I roll up on you like five-0
Look at Kendrick man, he's one of my idols
I would
ass for a job
I mean, my dad's got five kids, man and I mean yo
He hates drivin' a bus but he loves five kids
You feel me?
I'm a rhyme artist
Out
punked
That I.T. factor is M.E
Like what you see running the T.V
Take a photo 'cause I am on P.V
Like it's 2000's, and it's M.T.V
I am on top, and y'all
one hundred percent
One by two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
How can I get you to understand that I got needs baby?
Listen please
crew
through their daily exercises:
Put your hands on your head, Simple Simon Says
Put them down by your side, Simple Simon Says
V V: How do you
Fellows, if you're arn I will spin a yarn
That was told to me by Able Seaman Jones
Once he had the blues so he took a cruise
Far away from
But now if you'd come
I'd welcome anything
From the five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me
In those last five seconds where you gave into your demons
In those last five seconds when you realize you wanna stop breathing
In those last five
girl wanna ride me like range rover
[Verse 1: Matty Cent]
Hollup, touchdown
I gotta go get the green (turnt up)
Niggas be hating on niggas they ill, you
Yea
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
Yea
Niggas salute me
Uh huh
We takin over this shit
(50 Cent)
Yo
G Unit
G Unit soldiers
(gun cocks)
you want to do it
Five seconds delay – and just goes in and
Gets it done right now
You gave me the heart to go
To Adidas when I went
In, in 2015, we
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
steady mobbin'
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin')
Bustin' caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit
And tell me they're not, put you on the spot
And I know you still hot, yeah I know you still hot
She a Juicy Fruit, twenty-five cents a piece
She got
little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby, you can get stomped by Obie
You thirty six year old bald headed fag, blow me
You don't know me, you're too old,
anything from
The five-and-ten-cent store
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my own
don't need me
You've got a vending machine love, kind words are $1.25
50 cents will get you a smile and maybe a goodbye
You've got a vending machine
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