Lyrics:
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
Lets go
Running man Running man
Lets do a race to a hunnid bands
50 my whip 50 my wrist
You fuck boys talk to my other hand
Money man Money man
Now I
scent
The day you left
I wonder where you went
And I'm the man, like 50 Cent
Our love fresh as hell, yellow peppermint
M.I.A M.I.A M.I.A (Yeah, yeah)
Baby
was hungry I told her come eat on the dick
Im all bout the G-G-G-G's like I'm 50 Cent
My niggas so humble
They cleaning the plate when they finish
50 cents in my pocket know I had to grab the strap
Escalade riding 7 deep
On the way to marque really can't afford sleep
Gas on me never on E and I
We kickin like it's kung fu we not in Japan
Told her imma come through cuz we got some plans
He think that he bulletproof he not 50 cent
He think that
a dey bad too
Hey Togo beaters see they turn up with my men
Shout out Rita we dey call dem from the dance
Money dey long go I no go fifty cent
Why your
twins
Me and them, we just hopped in the white Benz
Yeah, just like 50 Cent
I do not trust like many men
I wanna float so I pop Perkys
We not as locked in
the rip
Heard ya man got shot he kept running his lips
I say what I want bitch I'm young 50 cent
Nigga slide in the car but the Drake left a dent
Ya man so
looking again
How many people have I shot
Many men feel like 50 cent
Everyone looking at me cause I got 50 cent
Not in my pocket though
Everyone looking, I
the succas , put them in the ground ain have 50 cent to to my name, I hit for 50 pounds
Don't attach my name to that club, they fuck with Mickey Mouse soon
-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
think I'm gonna FALL...
I have shot the president
I'm queen of Brittain for a cent
for fifty bucks I'll do a trick
your wallet might not be as thick
Uh-ha
Mummy raised a good yute, but I'm bad like my surname Jackson
Fifty cent coins in this hand gun (baow)
You ever heard the MAC ring? Ain't
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
Yeah you like that fifty shades baby
I can tell (I can tell)
You my nasty lil freak you my fantasy (My fantasy, my fantasy)
Turn the lights off go head
Yeah you like that fifty shades baby
I can tell (I can tell)
You my nasty lil freak you my fantasy (My fantasy, my fantasy)
Turn the lights off go head
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
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
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa
I walked up in that bitch
With five, tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids on me (woo, woo)
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
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
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