Lyrics:
by God's grace
Going a 100 mph
Without no brakes
Still trying to navigate
And got to find a route to take
You can't seem to catch a break
But that's
as fuck)
Guess I'm Louis cause I'm hotter than that, I'm in the ghost
Y'all goin' ghost on your motherfuckin' homies
Down bad, that's the two cents I got
Knowing my off days are 808s
And old Drum breaks from all them old days
When Fifty Cent was poppin and Eminem was a show king
Consumed by what i became
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
bitch! And kept goin'
Now wait a minute, you're talking about my sister!
Fifty-cent juice drinkin' bitch!
Biatch!
Fifty Grand
Kick beats like Van Damme
That fighting ass nigga? Yes, it's the B
I break with the bonus
Bumrush bums and bitch-ass opponents
Bucks plug out
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
Jeremy Lee had an ice-creamery. On the evening of October 10th he lost fifty-five dollars and seventy cents, was shot twice in the chest and again in
I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[50 Cent]
Nigga now gotta let me break it down for you how it's gon' be
You don't wanna fuck with Snoop cause then
I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[50 Cent]
Nigga now gotta let me break it down for you how it's gon' be
You don't wanna fuck with Snoop cause then
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
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
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
never could've told it
And I don't blame 50 Cent dawg turned the game around
The same thang I'm bou tto do now put this in ya mouth
[Chorus]
yeah, they ain't nothin' like him
My main bitch think I'm a pimp 'cause all these hoes be on my dick (yeah)
These hoes ain't worth fifty cent (no, these
Something special, unforgettable,
50 Cent (cent), Justin (tin), Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)
She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but two hours of pushin broom buys
Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but two hours of pushin broom buys
You lost your common sense for a buck and fifty cents
But full of confidence so high I don't know why
I, I don't know and I don't, I don't care
it in
Yeah I'm just like 50 cent hated on by many men
Henny got me fucked up and nothings making any sense
But I'm still standin nigga guess that i
50 don't care to hear my last two cents (you get that?)
It's alright though atleast the man upstairs knows that I repent (kinda)
Karmas got her way
They like pussy I digest
I mean invest I'm 50 cent I been busy
Rome bet I get jiggy but not wit that
Cause' we hoes and we want the paper
Skrt off
away from Glenwood Plaza hook by the laundromat
Probably on Whitty getting busy where you can find me at
Four in the morning getting blistered I'm
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