Lyrics:
…time to play around, what is this? (humming
Singing) 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
Gather all my thoughts
All the bullshit I experienced is
Coming out right now
the parks
A lot of shit I say go over heads that's why I'm on your top
Like
Came from 50 cent like Cain and drew a cake a piece
Imma pinch you if you lacking
I had 50 cents
Onna bag of chips
Had to spend the shit
I'm legit
I get money quick
We buy everything
Everybody want a couple cents when I'm coming in
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
I mean 50 he a grimy n****
Think he shot my brother I'ma find that n****
We don't see his punk a** unless he on TV
Yeah, he did my brother dirty
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
"Fight tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old
junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street.
The "Priest," they called him. "Fight
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
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
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 :
Trailer 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
a youngster
Oj Mayo type,Mayo white
But I black like the Bayo type
Fifty cents (50 cent),we wave hands in your face, Tony yayo night
I pray your type harder
a dollar
Even fifty cent
‘bout them just a forward
An’ me nuh know weh them went
Me crush them out like
Some drop or cement
Chorus
Don’t you ever try
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Dub your shit, baby
Everybody throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all gonna fight
they holy
Out here counting up how much you bitches owe me
He know I'm that bitch all these other hoes is phonies
I'm not 50 cent but have my money by
And when it get hot
Put the fan in the window (Aye)
50 cent for a scraper
To the candy lady
Duckin the cops
Tryin not to get caught by Grady
Polk County
She think I'm, Innocent
Bring her back, I'm intimate
Your piece of mind is worth dog shit, like 50 cent
She ignorant
Not like these other guys I'm
The few little pesos that I had, exactly fifty nine with thirty cents.
Don’t go to work, the streets will be patrolled
Don’t touch your loved ones, don’t
and fighting sleep over nothing that was ever learned
Making an exit 'fore the party's getting over
Barely making 50 cents but I'm still fighting like a soldier
like it was a burning candle
But I grab it by the flame, numb like novocaine
Snag the light from you, slap the fight out you, now I got you hiding too,
Yeah yeah yeah
Now I came in this not to represent
BlaQote who I am listeners been asking for change
I'm coming hard like I'm 50 Cent
Spitting shit
dying trying
Hit you with 50 but not a cent
I be off the goose
Hang you up from a noose bitch motherfuckers be on the loose
But I be on the loose with
I'm back up like I never left
I'm Calculated with wisdom that's how I take my steps
Got 50 cents the way I'm steady dodgin' this death
With what I
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