Lyrics:
how times goes
Fast as the light goes
If only we had more
Yeah
Should I say goodbye, no
I cannot take loss
One day, maybe one day
You'll decide to just
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
plays Imma go it still no watch no chain but I’m still shining anyways y’all niggas got chains tangled up but still wack anyways I feel like I’m the one
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I hit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I pit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
to see him
So I'm smiling in my pictures, word to Morgan Freeman
This for the Glory, the Almighty
Take 50 cent and make millions, word to Chris Lighty
a cold game
Ego the size of a whole plane
Call me Ebro, bro, no shame
Head shaven, opinionated, the whole thing
Who else you know can take this much time
tender sufficient funds stacking money by the ton
Here we come
Nigga what you mean
It started out as a thought
But now it’s more like a dream
No longer
the Cartier to Wale
Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover
Told Warner Brothers that the game's over
For me moving forward from here on I need 50
I ain't
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
, skit, skit in her face, then I'm out by the morn
Ayy, she don't wanna talk to me no more, she still my baby
Romeo and Juliet, shawty couldn't save me
Trolling
Yall niggas talking bout muhfucking 50 cent
Yea so what im A old head
Yall didnt know that this nigga the king of rap
He just aint fucking
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
(50 Cent)
Yeah, it?s 50 uh huh, Scrappy it?s the Unit
Ahh nigga what you don?t know
Is I ride around with the 44
Got a lil brown tryin to get some
for real
This that TI versus Lil Flip
This that 50 Cent versus Ja Rule
This ain’t checkers more like chess in the park
I’m just waiting on you to make
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
much weed repeat
Fiend
I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?
With this automatic rocket
Gotta have it to pop it,unlock it, and take
before I went live, so I’ll be damned if anyone eliminate my shine. Illuminated: it’s about damn time!
Patiently waited: God had me on stand-by. 50 cent
me
Can't stand a groupie, cause a groupie's purpose is usually to use me
They usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve
Who he
a nigga been
Cuz we could have a dream
To be a king and our life will be wished death upon many men
All over 2 quarters, no 50 cent
But it's really bout
fifty hundreds of this dirty money till we filthy rich
I don't got no time for the silly shit
Only games i play is wit my kids
Parked conversations let
shit, maybe I'm on my 50 cent
I mean I have taken 9 shots, one more and hold the rocks
Like Pat Tillman, I'll put this 40 on your chest
I'm Sia with
to buy some more chains for some more guys
Let me find another street nigga I can take to the game courtside
Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper, take
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
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