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that's a big black bug, Got your 50 cent fortune tucked under your rug. You got your zoot suit body bag ready to blast off. I'm in a milk crate by your
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers Get money to all my real niggas, man Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade Daddy, is Ja Rule
five cents It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that I'm ridin' 'Llac
beneath the new pa-paya tree We'll send your papa fifty-cent cigar 'Cause he's a proud pa-paya grand-pa-pa! Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue
I'm dreaming Two-fifty for a shot Keep em going don't stop Let em take it to the top They gon' take it 'til they drop Two-fifty for a shot Keep em going
Trailers for sale of rent Rooms to let 50 cents, now No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Now two hours of shoving broom But
It's the number one crew in the area! The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense Gettin' men lynched too intense I'm killin' infants for ten cents
shit, it was ninety-nine cents (bag it) Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments Passin' up on those moccasins someone else has been
baby Uh, come on y'all It's still y'all same old dawg Surviving Sickle Cell like bullets to the jaw Fifty Cent power, for this shit I should get paid by
through your windows or your door Grab it by the tail Yucca man Yucca man If I had a dollar--cut it in two--give you fifty cents But the rock will
wife dig me Game try and hit me Kick game like 50 cent Niggas wanna play games I quickly Mob with a squad that will bang y'all wit' me And they want
Myself D12 50 Cent Obie Trice Stat Quo And I would also like to introduce The two newest members of the family One goes by the name of Bobby Creek
good baby I'll be home in a week." Pinchin' myself just to see if I'm dreaming, Call up my team and meet me by the docks in Miami, I fly out this
gone be alright We gone be all fine I just wanna ride Team all by my side To many tears I cried Stay strong I gots to fight Dreaming of stage lights
the nuisance I been cutting loose ends I don't got the time baby I don't need your two cents I wonder what it's like To live what I been dreaming of I bet it
to fucking up your crew Been used, reused labeled by color, killers and sinners Just people living and dreaming staying free with low salary We broke, we woke,
by the Swiss Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix I'm talking dollars and cents
plans, and it really hurts Every time I go fishin' it'd always start me wishin' That I could be a child again Take my 50 cents and go down to the local
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck G G G G G-Unit! Haha! Vacate your home I come to brake your bones Americas nightmare we at it again
envy You say you got money nigga really I bring them racks in by the plenty You broke as fuck don't got a penny Don't need yo two cents You wasn't
body's stiff By the same niggas you used to party with Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
paying him a dollar an hour And they was paying me fifty cent They said, "if you was white, should be all right" "If you was brown, stick around"
(Oh, the wine cooler) Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
they get is 50 cent franks And papayas, from the village to the tele Time to kill it on your belly no question I got more black chicks between my
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