Lyrics:
knock
Him down with one blow eddie taking
His second L time to put
Him in hell man 50 shots with the
Glock you can call me batman
Or rapman watch him be
bear
With a little bit of armadillo to form that protective layer
And I Once held the hacky sack record
At my school
(Fifty)
Shop second handed 'cuz
options
Scared of what I might find
Scared to make the wrong move
I just need the right sign
Bet my last 50 cent I'd get rich or die trying
I can see it in
but a nigga get clout
Clout Boyz, beg for a diss to get clout
Do a hit with 4-6, catch a opp then we out
Ring cost thirty, but the watch cost fifty
Next and 50 (Uh, huh)
Next and 50 next and 50 next and 50
Yo, yo my imagination is more vivid than life
Playboy November issue page three was my
Gal a seh mi ting shat
Go a town get every type inna marina
G unit fifty cent marina
Bad man style desert clarks mess marina
Hey yo - yo nuh si mi in
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
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
Its the way i live my life
Always give 100 take back 50
Give one 100 and i take back 50
Dont have anytime to be so thrifty
Dont need a shrine just
to hear from?
I'm comin back with the full artillery, comin back with them full drums
I'll beat yo' ass and I'll stomp you out
With Buck, Banks, 50 comin
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
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
Shh [incomprehensible]
Yo, why?all know what it is
Show me you're on top man
Block Entertainment
Bad Boy South
Hey Gwamain!
What up?
Inhale for this
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
like Ben 10 yeah
Or I'm like 50 Cent bulletproof hated by many men men men
She like to sing along to my songs I be like yeah yeah yeah
You gotta come
me step back then I blow by
To the hole that a bucket yea this is showtime
Hold up yea said this is yo time
Coming from they saying that you won't
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
Feel it in the soul
Dime bitch
Up and down the pole
Cold antarctic froze
Fine bitch
Dime bitch
Bustin' bands
Watch the stacks unfold
She a 50 cent
to snake you stab in yo back,
You better keep yo choppa close make sure that 50 round attached,
That same bitch you think you loving she about to turn her
ya up, 50 Cent'll split ya up
I lay you down, the coroners'll come and get ya up
See 50 play for keeps, and 50 stay wit' heat
I can't go commercial,
money come in lumps, my pockets got the mumps
You see me sittin' on dubs, that's why you mad chump
Don't make me hit ya up, 50 Cent'll split ya up
I
watch where I step when I’m litty
I wanna count up some hunnids and fifties
yea
I want the key to my city
I gotta burner I’m getting to busy
all
years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one
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