Lyrics:
with it
and you runnin, the police is comin, take my advice nigga
Dump that - this is serious, these rap niggaz
I'm just havin fun with it, 50 Cent
the clip boy give that boy plenty
Feel like 50 cent boy I give you many
I done bossed up on them now I give that boy 50
With a d.r.a.c.o I keep me some
for a cup? Three-fifty
What I payed for a pint? A cheap Civic
You got two ears for a reason, bitch, listen
Somehow I got lean on my BB Simon
How
with me
Bitch, it's big Cup
I put on for my city
Got twenty four bowls in the trap if you need it, come get me
Got plays they come by the fifty
Young
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
Niggas owe me I'm aggravated when you making a payment
I need every cent don't stay wit mama paying full rent
Saying shit like it got spent can get yo
rep off me,
Cause I got stain all through my town
Just know I keep that tech on me,
And I can't let you gun me down
Why these niggas hate on me,
They
with you brother and your best friend too
Sit on the porch and drink some more beer
I don't need your fifty-cent lovin' round here
round here [x5]
on Pinocchio scoping dopes untill all finished
Ugh, no 50 cent but it's many men that wanna test and see if my crew been a threat
Hitting hollows off the hip his
water like a typhoon and
I stay stay surrounded by a hunnid goons
I'm worth a million, gotta play by the rules
If you want a tommy gotta pass a tool
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
the fuck I rep?"
I rep Bitch Mob til' my motherfucking death
Don't nobody care when you all by yourself
Strapped to the chair, you all need help
Who you
nice like that
It's all good
In this business of rep
Full clip
Do you wanna mess with this?
Gang Starr
One of the best yet
I'm nice like that
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
[50 Cent]
Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
'cause You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You can't Do It Like Me)
{[50 Cent
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
high school, kickin' up dust
But now I'm labeled as a troublemaker, who can you blame?
Smokin' weed helped me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless,
rep Jesus Christ till the end
Yeah yeah I've been
I been born again no longer the same am I
I'm a different man you can see it in my eyes
I opened up
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
Ladies and gentleman
I know you were very surprised when
You heard for the first time
50 Cent is running for the president
I like to thank you
For
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
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