Lyrics:
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse]
[Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm hustling for
well
On track for two-hunnid fifty, hope I don't get the rail (that Remy)
Rich as hell, everything lighter like gettin' pale
She gets Chanel,
dissed on but clicked on, for stepping inside my zone
50 Cent, baby that's nothing but chump change
Shooting slugs at my partna, disrespecting the game
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
Here comes that guy in his stripped down Model A
And he says, ?Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushin broom
Buys
to hear some grown folks music, I'm not knocking hip-hop, it's cool
It's just that in our case there's a time and place for 50 cent and Ja-Rule
Verse :
wasn't tryna die poor
To get rich or die tryin' like I'm 50 Cent
Literally, literally, I'm hated by many men
Says she sees the good in me, but I don't
on your jersey for promo
Jessica Simpson, that's so-so
Nick want his (baby back), but that's Loso
Tell Hawaii 5-0 to catch me at the Pro Bowl
Had to use the rent for the pack
Had to flip a cent to a stack
Had to do my dance like jack
Had to take a chance while it lasts
Man I had to get this
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
DA GUYS)
I don't really fuck with many men
If I was broke, they wouldn't lend me shit
Talk my shit from experience
Keep it 100 not 50 cent
Original
(yeah)
Thousand beans a day, hit your town with a bowl of pills
With or without the rap game, I got dope for sale
Nigga disrespect the gang, send them
for a cup? Three-fifty
What I payed for a pint? A cheap Civic
You got two ears for a reason, bitch, listen
Somehow I got lean on my BB Simon
How
up til the very end
It's all about paper my nigga
I pop smoke for the dividends
Bullet proof like I'm fifty-cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
and bulletproof vests
Talk slick, dump a clip in your chest
Poisoning puppies for practice
Murderous tendencies
Giving bitches a buck fifty for fun
Packing
You lost your common sense for a buck and fifty cents
But full of confidence so high I don't know why
I, I don't know and I don't, I don't care
poetry-writin? Russian, I?s disgustin?
I started bling, how could you question my direction
Or my time for collection? Gangstas two-steppin'
You hate me, should
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
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