Lyrics:
to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of push broom
Buys a eight by 12 four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no
heavy for the shit they bringing to the table I ain't ready
My two cents worth 100,000 dollars when I talk they see blue strips and the fetty
I wanna fix
Much to my dismay
When I wake up in the morning
No one by my side
Nowhere left to hide
I thought, music was enough
I could fill the empty
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
eventually ceases to
Be controlled by a fear of what
Life can bring - James Baldwin
For well over a year 50 Cent
Had been working on what
Was meant to be hist
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
a seventy thirty, no way, no way
Or a sixty forty, uh, uh, uh, uh
Talkin 'bout a fifty fifty, when the room is empty
And the clothes come off, I'm doin' you
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Chardonnay,
Twenty per cent for the lottery I play,
Ten per cent for the pleasure I just tasted;
And the rest, I guess, I just wasted."
Sitting
[Tony Yayo]
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
[HOOK: 50 Cent]
Bump Dat
Niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it
leading with commitment
Yeah
Line it up I need that money counted
Times been tough there’s no way around it
By 23 yeah I’ll be living free
But I been
[Intro]
New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent)
Are you ready? (are you ready?) (*gun cocks*) I said are you
inna ditch
Shorty Make it split
She really got the grips
Lick twist and spit
But I ain't give a cent
I'm countin
Fif-tys and hunnids
I'm Countin 50s
I
Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk
Get it crunk (crunk, crunk, crunk)
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
Jump (jump, jump,
Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk
Get it crunk (crunk, crunk, crunk)
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
Jump (jump, jump,
(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
Like no
Had to pick a road
Had to get the gold
I cant let it go
Had to use the rent for the pack
Had to flip a cent to a stack
Had to do my dance like
Green Lantern (Green Lantern)
The infiltration
We coming, yeah
I got 50 Cent, I got G-Unit (uh-huh)
D-Twizzy in this bitch (haha), with Obie Trice
I ain't got no feelings, girl, I'm sorry
No, I ain't got no feelings, bitch
I'm sorry
I got fifty thousand for a murder
I got fifty thousand for
(60)
Let off 10 now I'm riding with 50
(Brddddd)
Spot my Vick 9 times like 50 cent
(Bow bow bow)
Just me and my pistol don't ride with many men
My young
50
Ne ho 50 da 50, uh
Verso il succo nella Fanta, ayy
Mio fratello no non canta, uuuh
Se lo prendono non canta, yeah
Se la prendo lui non canta, sa di
50 Cent:
I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
this with no explanation
No
I don't know why I drive
A hundred in fifty-five
Hundred in a fifty-five
I don't know why I drive
A hundred in fifty
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