Lyrics:
If these niggas be outside trust they gettin' hit
Keep it 100 with u pop your ass for 50 cent
I'm tryna shake up on da game remember 50 cent
All
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it) Coppin' it, washin' it
'Bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins
sign in to speed Don't get it, pocket full of L's Just to get by, catch a brand new kicks I am fly X Y, we can do this like this Ain't no picture this,
now I get 50
Lets run up some bands Im down to get it (down to get it)
We outnumbered by these bitches why trip
Never let em come between or take away
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
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
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
motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me
How you stuntin' these hoes?
Need to talk what you know
And stop talkin' 'bout who I'm sticking and licking
Just mad it
motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me
How you stuntin' these hoes?
Need to talk what you know
And stop talkin' 'bout who I'm sticking and licking
Just mad it
resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco
[Chorus: x2 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
Sticks and stones may break bones
club...(W, Yandel)
Decididas a bajar el estrés y la tensión
50 CENT:
Fifty
She like me, she want me
She back that thing all up on me
She's ready, I think
the windows down
Grindin getting that cream shit too simple now
Yeah you know I fuckin ride
Keep that fifty by my side
That bitch just done killed my vibe
All
But it ain't to shave
I got pesos, I got pesos
Bad hoes by the caseload
And she gonna get a face full
And she gonna get a face full
So pardon if the kid
that simple
Simple, simple
This life ain't that simple
Simple, simple
This life ain't that simple
Simple, simple
It's just that simple
Whoah
This life
aint shit but simple math
make a bitch choose side they say your ryhmns need a bath
Verse- Whats popping, they say a nigga on site
Cuz the ice hit right
got 50 Cent I got G-Uni we up in this bitch
With Obie Trice
So watch what you say 'fore you call our names you say one more thing
It won't be nice
Here
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
She ain't even fuckin me
I cant stand this shit
I just wanna live comfortably
Called my homie Lou
Told him what it do
I'm tryna by a pack man
What's it
Fuck appeal, it's shit that I feel
Still put it on tracks, ain't a reason to hide
Five cents, Six cents, take em with you
Know I'm still here, what you
[50 Cent-talking]
I don't even know how to explain it, you know?
You know from time to time she's on my mind you know
You know what I mean she's my
[50 Cent-talking]
I don't even know how to explain it, you know?
You know from time to time she's on my mind you know
You know what I mean she's my
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