Lyrics:
I slide in
45th skippin' like flipper on the glide-in
Comin' through the spot
Jewels drippin' like Poseidon
Different bitches trippin'
Tryna get up
bitch
Blossom with the buttercup and I ain't talkin flowers
You can keep that Remy I just like the money showers
These n*ggas worth 50 cent claiming they
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is
the room and bright it up, they got they cameras flashing
Big 9 been a goat , not at the zoo, cause the trenches had grabbed me
Fifty cents for chips, two
And now I'm getting to sleepy
I gotta stay up
This gas on my ass
Got me lost as the fuck
When shii get the poping
Ya ass better duck
I had the lean at sonic
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
pioneer paving the way
Eminem, 50 Cent, I've been""Patiently Waitin'""
Now the time finally came to throw my name in ya face
Like BRAP
Wasiu, nigga I'm in
business
I'ma keep God as my witness
Yea
I'm fresh off of that Cambridge
Pulling up with these faces
She's a dime but don't make cents
I've got to to teach
Ready to go I'm ready to go
I pull up i hit switch doors go up on the whip I'm with my guys we stay fly black on black My ride we with the shits We
got Benjamin's
Toxic niggas for the win
I'm not liked by many man
Feeling like I'm 50 cent
Member having 50 cents
Hundreds made off flipping it
Enough
back
We don't bet no lil shit We bet big bag
Ain't no internet shit Really into dat
Come gamble with us get a big bag
Roll da dice You can get fifty cent
Girl I don't want your drugs
I've been up
For two whole days
I swear
Why you always
Trying to get high
Then you say you sliding by
Baby stay right
Smirnoff, baby)
We not drinkin' the Smirnoff tonight (Not tonight, why'all chill!)
None of that shit, man (Grimey ass niggas!)
Put the 50 cent beer away
I'm so distant
Keep it real or keep away from me
I'm not with that acting shit
Get rich or die trying in the streets
I'm feeling like Fifty Cent
Stay
God put them in
Father Son Spirit I got plenty friends
This is not fifty cent (No) We got many men
(Yeah) Bring the lions out take them out the den
Then I go to outer space
Bih want me buy her a bag
Told her look at my waste
Tryna stay way from the gas
But Im pouring up by the vase
I hit the bank
phone
Talking trash
I guess they practice what they preach
They stay in the gutter
While I pull up to the table
Take a seat
Been overlooked so long
Now
trynna picker the litter
I'm trynna run it up
I'm trynna be onna hills
With a whole lotta Benjamins thumbin
Say its all bout da cash
So I turned 50 cent
and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny's, I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent, I got a job for your father
I'm tryna help with the rent, I came up from
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
French frames in dreams
At the city I can't escape
50 Cent, Darkchild, So Plush
Girl, I wait for your lovin'
There is no rush, what
That's how Darkchild
from Arkansas who wouldn't listen to his Ma
When she told him that he should go to school.
Well He'd stay away in the afternoon, take a little walk
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
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