Lyrics:
of OG. Yeah, I go berserk. That's three fifty, twelve hundred, or fifty. For what it's worth. Yo, for what it's worth you want a quarter ounce. Ninety nine
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
need to be remembered by the heart i have the rhymes i write
I change my habits so fast dont ever mess with my tribe
Yeah you will sell for a bribe
In
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
Hit a lick on the liquor store n go n get sum more
I need hunnids, fifty’s give me more, cuz bitch I’m tryna pour
I hit a lick on the liquor store
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
mistake me for Trayvon
Known in fifty states for moving
Weight across them state lines
Bitch, we known in fifty states for
Moving weight across them state
(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'
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, rock, blows,
If these niggas be outside trust they gettin' hit
Keep it 100 with u pop your ass for 50 cent
I'm tryna shake up on da game remember 50 cent
All
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
to 50 packs
And all because this motherfucker got jipped he wants to jip me back
But when I find him I'm gon finalize him
Just to let a nigga know I'm for
of followers the same
Fifthteen cent
Thinking colossal shit negative
Fifthteen cent
But get rich or die trying
Thats word to fifty cent
See my girl said it's
hundred cents
It's gold for a reason
It's value's immense
Yet still only half
Of the largest, the Twoonie
This two-toned beauty's
Worth double the loonie
hot
For me me me baby by by by ooh
Girl your not the same, your in love with t-pain
And I cant play this game anymore I wanna keep on jumping around
gonna find them back in Amsterdam
You might as well just set a plan
So before the show went and I'm standing there
Waiting for 50 Cent to come out I had
pioneer paving the way
Eminem, 50 Cent, I've been""Patiently Waitin'""
Now the time finally came to throw my name in ya face
Like BRAP
Wasiu, nigga I'm in
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
one whats in your wallet
I made a deposit
But I don't got none of the room for the
(Aye) Twenties and fifties and hundreds
We counting this money
the shoe fits
I'm a million dollar person but on sale for 50 cents
I keep all of my thoughts on top the fence
Makes no sense
But that's a perfect match cus I
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