Lyrics:
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka
I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell
Yeah
Migos
First kicked the door when I was seventeen years old (seventeen, woo)
Seen my first fifty, ballin', eighteen years old (eighteen,
bunch
Everybody want to talk cause I'm rappin'
They askin' me what happened
Is it true you did a flick with Janet Jackson
I can't sleep they takin
the automatic
Paper towels in the public restrooms
But that's me I guess
So I been low riding while bumping 50
50 times a day &
Spending 50 cents on a bummy drink
plans, and it really hurts
Every time I go fishin' it'd always start me wishin'
That I could be a child again
Take my 50 cents and go down to the local
cost sixty a gram
I got to find me a nigga, line me a nigga
They say, give it up, kid, before I put one in your wig
Picture me thirsty, ridin? 'round
to the candy shop I got 50cents
Stick up
Wonder what they think Of
See the bigger picture
Copy like a printer
Yeah I bet you know for the record though
They gone
(for real)
Dope fiend beggin' for a dollar from me (what?)
But all I got is fifty cents for a cigarette (here)
Landlord in my apartment knockin'
to the neck no cap (no cap)
Now that I’m up in this game, issa wrap (issa wrap)
Bounce for me now, lemme see you make it clap (make it clap)
On my 50 Cent shit
keep guns we keep our s*** bangin
[Chorus]
[Prodigy]
You a b****-a** n****, I had you kill't
All they had was your picture at the funeral
No
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
step out your bedroom, see that standin' in yo' kitchen
Takin' vids of all of yo' cars, and lyin' and go to postin' pictures
Told 'em I don't wanna
I got the feds takin notes all day and night they’re snappin pictures and I bet u that they tapped my line cuz the crime that I do pays slangin Ps
walk wit a limp (I'm aight)
In the hood in L.A., they sayin', "50 you hot" (uh-huh)
They like me, I want 'em to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla
Parasucos
So there's no mystery about the father, niggas is hot and bothered
Like the bitches that they are, takin' pictures with stars
And got 'em open,
whipped, this shit is ridiculous
Shoutout to 50 Cent, man (let the Bandplay)
Huh?
Say you a gangster, but you ain't never shot nothin'
How you
be deep at his house, so I'm takin' the K (boom boom)
I pulled up with nothin' to say (squad)
He in danger, could tell by my face
Started
dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone
the Range, I'm into nice thangs
I slang weed, cocaine and heroine
50 Cent, that's my name, nigga I bring the pain
You thought shit stay the same, nigga shit
got tired of me
I guess it is what it gotta be
I need that pack like variety
Hard to sleep w anxiety
Now When it
Rains it pours
Fifty cent
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
the days
Young strays, posted at the L.Q. on Friday's
Waitin for Dice to give the go ahead
Hawkin 50 cent, puttin heads to bed
for a herringbone hear
Anybody you see me with ready to uh shhhhh
If they ain't killed somebody ready to kill a nigga
When I'm in the trap all the dope get sacked by a bitch
I
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