Lyrics:
And waved it in the air
By the time the sherrif came around
Only bloody bones were there
The paper said this sort of thing
Just happens everywhere everywhere
TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around!
I may lose my LICENSE!" The Priest just sat there, eyes, old and heavy with
years of junk, on the doctor's face.
"I can't
to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
Fifty Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never
to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
50 Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never see
me
Ames, uh I represent Iowa
Chicago. Arizona
I got started just listening to music
My parents always kept CD's around and stuff like that, and I would
a nigga broke ass hell, he only got 50 cents
It's okay bro, you only halfway to a dollar
If you wanna make fast money, Then give me a holla
This nigga
startin' to think that you gay, like 50 Cent, cause you wanted by many men
You a gangbanger with a country accent, you a country boy or a city kid
When I see
it to the judge
after school you hit the strip
along the big highway
50 cents of gas is all you need
and soon you're on your way
officer won't
it to the judge
after school you hit the strip
along the big highway
50 cents of gas is all you need
and soon you're on your way
officer won't
that shit
He just turned up the volume, bangin 50 Cent
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
I got soldiers from both sides who really don't care
Who identify
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
DUQUESNE
She's out the door before the dawn,
She walks six blocks for breakfast.
She don't like to eat alone.
God bless the waitress. Leave a fifty
with the fake
Thank the lord every time that I wake
I came from the bottom ain't talking bout drake
Me and my bro was eating 50 cent cake, aye
That's
talk, so when I make that call, boy that’s B2B
White tee, grey tee, or I’m in all black
Same fit all week when I fall back
I need the whole loaf, 50 cents
are banging the world
Backstreets Boys, and the Spice Girls
Take That
like a band
shake that
Skinny jeans
so fresh
50 Cent
rappin’ listening Eminem
around?
If I do I might as well burn the fucking house to the ground
Because a home ain't home
With out the M or E
It's just a ho who's left all alone
Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, bloaw
You’re too late motherfucker, meet your fate
No tongue tissue niggas around me
Just a hundred cement niggas around me
We hard
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
bigger than just bein' on the rich list
Might be insanity, but people call it gifted
My face is goin' numb from the shit this stuff is mixed with
Watch
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
outweighing
And it’s pulling me down I'm just downplaying
Sipping on the ‘Covos has got me swaying
Like 50 Cent I’m patiently waiting
Yeah I’m on my grind, I
them
Pussy niggas getting money
Real niggas detect them
We just give them some bills and
Come through and collect them
Don't do nothing around these
tryin'
Feel like I'm 50 Cent
You the type of nigga to ask for somethin
And they ain't even hit the lick
Niggas out here broke they penny pinch
If I go
Cuurtis, uh, rewind it DJ
Cuurtis, you ain't 50, 50 Cent's from BK
Cuurtis, yep, he deserve to be nervous
Cuurtis, damn, show some courtesy Curtis
(Repeat)
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