Lyrics:
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
it
Say you a boss nigga what the business?
Say you a boss if really get it
Hundreds and fifties, fifties and hundreds
Commas on commas on commas
Cents.
From Shabz 2 Benz,
From Cheddar 2 Cheeze,
Trying to Pay The Rent.
I'm a hustla, balla, nigga gee'z, cut keys, gats for enemies,
Freeze, hund
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
bird on me
Nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money
Man that shit comin' in digit's
I got 50 cents on me
get different pay got different ways to make it
Niggas turn their back on me so many times, I gotta front
I ain't have 50 Cent, Nas, teach you how
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
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
in holy water and take lighting showers
Use Posiedons wife blouses as a towel and by now ya
Wondering just how the fuck I do just what I do...
50
of the hard knocks, we must not
Let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
Let's stick up the world and split it fifty-fifty, uh-huh
Let's take the dough
of the hard knocks, we must not
Let outsiders violate our blocks, and my plot
Let's stick up the world and split it fifty-fifty, uh-huh
Let's take the dough
but somehow I got by.
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick payed,
Bobby Brown strayed, Whitney lost weight.
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write,
Dat may why
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
my lawyer a hundred and fifty
Ooh, oh
I wish I would turn myself in before I fuck one last time
I wish I would turn myself in before I pour up one
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
week, without fail
And put in fifty cents extra for stamps
Hallelujah, you, friends, will receive
Every day next week a different
A different member
Nein ich bereue nichts, heute ist mein Tag
Fick 50 Cent, ich fühl' mich wie zwei Mark
Ich bin steinhart, wie 'n Rocker
Tut mir Leid Samy, doch die
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, rock, blows,
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'm
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight
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
(for real)
Dope fiend beggin' for a dollar from me (what?)
But all I got is fifty cents for a cigarette (here)
Landlord in my apartment knockin'
and 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
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