Lyrics:
what what
What, what, what what
I'm gonna rock some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm hunting, looking for a come up, this is
gotta
Have enough in you to be as
Successful as you want to be
Q: Yo 50! do you still have
The slowbuck chain from SummerJam?
Also, i think Animal
my fault
After school snack syrup and fo' pieces of bread
Granddaddy why yo' eyes so God damn red?
"Got a real soft ass and a hard-ass head
Better
and
You don't send flowers
Goddamn sheriff, can't wait to tarriff
A chunk of a nigga ass
But watch a nigga blast
And get away nigga fast
You ain't gonna
the choppy flow
The rocks that glow
I'll have your man laid out in a hospital
He wasn't thinking with his
Mind, he wasn't logical, what? Yo!
Woah, 50 Cent, 50
done
Like if we ain't give a fuck about it
Tryna pull a 50 cent, get rich or die tryin
Be my love, baby, I'll be the illest nigga life for you
Like these
be broke then
Get my ass fucked
I started off with 50 cent, I ain't lying
But I'mma get rich or die tryin'
Like a half buck
Yo my bars so raw, it could
that bitch, then pulled off with her friend (skrrt)
"How he get that?" Shh, just know we got it in (brrt)
Gave my partner fifty cent, he shot many men
day
Me and my team we been pushin that heavyweight
I got what you want got what you need
Hit me up I’ll meet you right around the street
I got that
a bitch in yo city
We gonna get rich or die trying like 50
Staying up late Cause A nigga Been trippin
Don't Talk About Feelings I Just Started Sippin
a body in a ditch
Beat yo ass up like, MOSHPIT, "huh, bro, i am 50 cent"
Die For My Bitch, you go die from this clip,
Holding 300 rounds, blow off some
me for a dollar even though that's all I had left
These greedy lying ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death!
[Chorus]
When we come up we gettin'
man, you suspect, yo, just chill (you know what I mean?)
Yo, y'all niggas ridin'? (Aw man)
Yo, we gon' take this nigga on a ride (yeah, straight up
(Woo) , came up off them Snack Packs
50-cent for Shastas
Itchy blop' up in the backpack
Little Caesar Hot-N-Ready box
We had to have that
Made us heavy
(Grimey ass niggas)
Put the 50 Cent beer away
(Put the 50 cent beer away, we ain't drinkin? that)}
{We gon? drink that expensive shit tonight, baby
gumbo
I'm in Myrtle Beach scraping rust off the fuckin' frogs
Losing my goddamn mind
She giving me top and so on and so forth
Shut yo bitch-ass up
Purple Rain, baby, stupid
Reproduced and directed by 50 Cent
Starring Curtis ''50 cent'' Jackson
Clifton Powell, Treach, Gabriel Casseus
Sasha
Delvalle,
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo
Stay up out my business
Flow so vicious
When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, catch what this is
I walk up in the party, we took all the bitches
Aye yo Wade
You did dat
Filled up the tank we need extra mileage
To get where we're headed we'll need a pilot
Put on my cons my Chuck Taylor's
Pair
these digits might sell you the sauce
Hit yo ass with these switches you try to get off
Uh... yea
We put the dope on the scale
Weigh that shit up send
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit him in the jaw
Ren started stompin' him, and so did E
By that time got rushed by security
Out the door, but we don't quit
Gardena to Gardere, Louisiana (woo)
We was at Louisiana, came up off them snack packs
50 cent for Shastas, itchy blop up in the backpack
Little Caesar
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