Lyrics:
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
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
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
turned her round, and then I fucked her gave her 50 cents
Fuck her from the back,all she wanted was some hot chips
Hope you know by now I'm Young reckless
around
I sing, trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
train to blow
Just LA said
It was me and bro we was at the store
Me and bro got 50 cent cakes
By the way that I'm bussing they think I'm the lakes
Left
Damn, I'm bout to sin again
Feeling like LeBron James
Damn, I'm bout to win again
Feel like 50 cent
Because I'm hated by so Many Men
We used to be cool
Sharon seeville
All over people
Sharon seeville's getting her axle replaced
City pavers don't come around here anymore
She says she's got 50 cent got
the store and we both get 50 cent cakes
You heard what I said in that new shit I say
If you can't break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was
raps
50 Cent raps I'd rather let
Eminem call me 50 niggas
Than break bread wit a
Rich nigga readin scripture
By the way, if you're Aryan
Nation - FUCK
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
open-air, Tokyo to Delaware
Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked
You know I want way more than I already got
Give me a song with Eminem and 50
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
(intro)
Yo
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
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
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
I am a, two hours of pushin' broom buys
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
biddies
Homie slide through and i only charge em 50
Yeah, I might just go blow some O's
I just feel that right to my dome
All this time that I spent alone
a mouthful of triscuits
I'm tired and bored
And this chick she be trippin'
My two cents is in
But the point she be missing
Testing the waters by jumping
straight for the record
You could divide it by sixty but I'm never coming second
Surpassing the limits they have set for me
Cause the bar is only as high
more like a cruise ship
Even if I'm broke as shit I️ ain't ever need none of yo 2 cents
You don't watch who you move with
I️'ve been rollin round
How you niggas tryna play it ?,
Did this on my own ain’t have to ask no man for bread,
Pull up by that regions now I’m caught up with the feds,
fifty fifty, thirty five that thirty third
I might have left the thunderbird
Yeah that's my word yo
Introverted by genealogy
I don't wanna be who you
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