Lyrics:
to the bank
I got money, got bands
I got 50, no cents
She say to spend it, i said I can’t
All of my clothes, designer brand
I got this green, feel like plant
I
a novel means by which we identify the found criminal
(Terrible weather, tell me about it)
Yeah, I'm staring at the paper with the margin
If the words
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
about a dolla ya you know I got bucks wit me
Used to window shop up at the mall wit cents 50
But Now I stunt hard have the whole hood fuck wit me
Like
yourself, cheap in Texas if you can drive past
Besides that, nigga current or make five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By
good someday, yeah
Remember having fifty cent to my name
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We were sitting on the couch watching He Got Game
My
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a rem-i-nant
Rode up in all black in the deluxe stayed vigilant
Five in the back, two in the front, bumping 50 cent
Crow flew by, what a shifty hint
Three hop
down di rat, but me nah see no jack
Likkle Africa too small, it nuh deh pon di maps so
That's why dem nah tek no chat, well
Fifty cent inna the pocket
was a friend
But it was no friend of mine
So I'll tell you how it's going
If you tell me how it went
He said I have fifty dollars
If you've got fifty
I been on my music timing, so I might just freestyle this
Hold on
Look, try something new, they gon' say it's weird
Niggas always corny till it
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I pit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
the road with 50 cent
Kidd you still not rich?
But I'mma serve these dimes 'til
I hit that brick
If my life was a disc I'd skip that shit?
Nigga, roaches
body but my spirit lives
The impact of' that gat can never take spirit kid
Besides that if it's not my time then I'm 50 cent
The goodness of God
ain't that rich yet no I'm sorry
Once this tape drops different story
Imma catch you round the bend
Chilling with the same old friends
Listening to 50
Things picking up fast
Confessions just posted can't wait for my incoming 50-cent check
Lately inspiration been nonstop
I'm a kid in a candy shop
Don't
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
to the wind trying to know down these pins
He'll keep swinging from the hair above his chin
Till he finds his soul in the fifty cent bin
The price
above.
Bar full of strangers, fifty-cent beer
God Almighty what am I doin' here
Always end up on the floor when push comes to shove,
Can't pick
a gangsta
You had us all fool you a pranksta
Here's 50 cents you a wanksta
Too much dirty laundry like hampers
That man can't lead the team
He slow off
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
I remember drinking 50 cent nutties
Sittin' on the stoop
Listenin' to 'Gimme The Loot'
The truths were hard and the
Lies were in abundance
Back when
And after we worked up a sweat and got loose
We bought a Hero and a fifty cent juice
Word yo
Uneek, Uneek, remember back in the day?
Yo, let's Ice
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