Lyrics:
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
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
you wanna ride, come on, let's roll
(Aiyo, I kow you wanna roll, come on, let's ride)
[Tek]
It's six fifty by the curb, and a fifty ya herb
Three
"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
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,
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.
*
Words sometimes
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
a dream like I’m dr King
To move the whole nation
They labeled me gangsta
Statin the obvious
That is so evident
I still be bumpin that 50 cent
Roll
on my wrist
Gelato smoke it up
I'm chiefing hella big
If she gon bruk it up
I might just grant her wish
2 cups (drank) put it out
Smoking gas by
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
of plastic pumps for the after party
Yo, by the way, go get my album
Damn
Millze cillzan sillzome plilzay dilzzouble dilzutch
Hilzzoo?
My gizzirl
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
Cent in the club
You know it ain't my time to call it a day
I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid
But it's 'bout time you remember the name
Ayy, ayy
scented in Clive Christian
Number one baron spectacular
He knew fucking her would be dangerous fun
Tell her, tell her can I get my 75 cents?
Tell her, tell
Secretly they pray on my downfall many men
I just wanna make a dollar out of fifty cents
It's like to make a killing
You damn near got to kill a man
I get
he got shuffled by a late show host
The crowd's silence left scars, and now his pills are the killing joke
Really, my jokes fall flat? Shitty satire
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
let's be honest
What if Edgar J hoover
Ain't dismantle the Panthers?
What if Pac had braids
What if police wore bandanas?
What if 50 Cent beat Kanye in
It’s fifty degrees in February
For a bout a week in nyc
It’s very scary
But I gotta press on
Cruising down the FDR to get my Mess on
I been
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
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
get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word
Niggas would have been pop
Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you
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