Lyrics:
cat with a gat wanna bust one
Every guest want a plus-one
Every tenement's a penitent
Every tried man is innocent
Time served should be the cent spent
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
to space or finish your bottle[00:23.85]Can't get away from the world that you built so you try to escape, try to escape[00:28.71]Locked by the ties that you
Money, cash, coins and bills
Now listen closely and
Bring your math skills
You can tell by their size
And by their decoration
Just how much they're
hard I dont care.
About No politics ..
Ain't got 50cents
But talkn all that Power ****...
Randy moss... ..
How he touchdown
From that quarterback ..
hard I dont care.
About No politics ..
Ain't got 50cents
But talkn all that Power shit...
Randy moss... ..
How he touchdown
From that quarterback ..
the judge imma throw a hunnit in his face
This aint sweet and oh so simple
I will get you popped like pimples
Fifty cent will get you dimples
Dat means this
længst: Jeg vil ik i seng
Jeg vil have en abefest lissom 50cent
Livet gir mig så meget, jeg gir så lidt igen
folk de kender mig nogen gange som Peter Zommer
hands where my eyes can see
Yo, everywhere we go people know we roll deep as fuck
Forty fifty Samoans, they knowin' when D-Bo was
50, Tweezy, Obie,
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about
wadn't
Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you with
My verbals
slum computer wizard
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards
The wildlife that kills for ice trife, like by the digits
Gorillas injected with
-twelve two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
[Chorus:]
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No cars, no pool, no
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
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
School, I never had principles
Bought a rap blown like 5-0's
In front of pigs, stopped, they said
I'm hot headed, make thermometers pop
Not up to par, no
get it from mi father
Him get it from him grandpa' di whole family
Hahaha mi affi gi dem a dem a Fifty
Cent laugh di way it bad ha heh heh heh
todavía son erráticos
Wisin y yandel!
The warriors jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que
niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to '79
I bomb atomically, Socrates'
niggas and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to '79
I bomb atomically, Socrates'
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Fuck I look like gettin caught slippin by a thot ho
I want all the beef I keep them shells like a taco
I be gettin to the cheese
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
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
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