Lyrics:
(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men
You lost your common sense for a buck and fifty cents
But full of confidence so high I don't know why
I, I don't know and I don't, I don't care
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
I’ll stand behind this shattered glass
I feel like 50cent
I never worry
Cuz I know somethings are imminent
I guess I gave em what they needed
They ain’t
give her more than 50 cent
Asked her body count she said many many many men
Different flavors, different colors like some M&M's
Nigga fuck yo battle rap,
Had to use the rent for the pack
Had to flip a cent to a stack
Had to do my dance like jack
Had to take a chance while it lasts
Man I had to get this
a maccarel, that's foul
Most craziest, laziest
All eye seein', blaze this majorness
Mechanic record on a beige disc
Pain, whatever level bankrolls
right upright crackhead 50cline like Mike
Eyes shut tight hands hang by vines
Two thin lines as if a child drew it this time
I want to feed em but he's
I'm astounded and such
Now get out of here or I'm calling the cops
I'm thinking I gained convenience by sifting in the hood
For a mechanic who can
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
on the battlefield
Who's really real
Is it determined by how many niggas you shot
How many glocks you done popped
How many cars you copped
Who's really real
It ain't
(60)
Let off 10 now I'm riding with 50
(Brddddd)
Spot my Vick 9 times like 50 cent
(Bow bow bow)
Just me and my pistol don't ride with many men
My young
come get me
Got plays they come by the fifty
Young nigga, he play with them Simi's
Young nigga, he scraped with the Glitzy
Young nigga, he'll flood your
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
to share
Rather eat by myself
So they looking at me all salty
I learned to cut hair
So I could buy soups
And fill up my belly
And fill up my belly
My
the roof
He landed on Mercer by Versace
Last time they see me I'll
Be shootin' out the Masi
Gucci tearaway suit's, Jesus
Make two bricks out of one
Wipe your
Ballin on niggas like Curry
I’m Passing on hoes like Magic
I stay in the hood like mechanics
She lied when she told she cramping
She came to my crib wit no
quite as original
As I
I'm like a hebrew speaking a negro spiritual
I'm motivated, mostly hated by generations
Of rap fans who don't know
How it was all
Peace to my mechanic
I'm a family man
I gotta go right back at it
Called my little daughter
As soon I was able
One thing that I'm good at's
Putting
or indirectly
I'm egotistical if you let me
Don't correct me
Coin collecting my two cents
Why Q-tip bested Large Professor?
Tech on the dresser
Chess with
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