50 Cent 9 Shots

Fifty, fifty
Ferrari, Ferrari
Shooter, shooter
I was innocent then, I ain't do no wrong
She said, you mommy little man, I said, yep, uh huh
She was everything to me, when she came, I just lit up
Sunday morning I was so sharp, all did up
It was welfare hustlin', they killed her for that
The first shot, bullet wound in my back
I'm fucked up, look at my sneakers, I'm fucked up
Now I'm on my own, mommy gone
Sam said, you a young boy, why your clothes look so old?
You don't need fish, little nigga, you need a pole
You don't need no new kicks, you need an O
Chop that, bag it, get right back at it
That touched me, it hit me in my heart
I'm a hustler, homie, you was giving me my start
I am what I am, Sabrina's only baby
Practicing in the mirror, pulling out my .380…