Lyrics:
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
Standing on the steep cliffs
Pondering with time
Late night thinking with a phone by my side
My mind, like a waterfall pouring with thoughts
I'm
your gang gonna switch up gang keep it in sight though
Yeah I knew that I really hurt you yeah he was crying though
You went and told all your friends
Well like a baby cus I'm sleeping right next to the blick
It's the fifth I'm tryna make a ten by the tenth
Brody made my day with some drank I'll take
pulled stunts, chasing after that Bank
Remember days, I was dead broke, put 50 cent in the tank
Fuck looking back, I'm looking forward, y'all niggas is
with me cause I know how to make 'em holler and
My gentleman bits are longer than a symphony by Mahler
With every passing day, my verbiage increases
If
because you'll just piss me off
It's van life to pay for this, one hundred percent independent
Every cent went back into it just as quick as you sent it
Somethin' like a bad habit, we ain't have it, we gon' take it
Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers
Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me
through by servin y'all
And only cause my man heard of y'all
Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all
[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodles
Went from having half a zip to having half bags on me
I don't need no gang
I don't need no bitch
I don't need no shooter
I'm my own John Wick
I trap by
without a gun
He'll lead us on to victory
And sixty cents a ton
Come all ye hardy miners and
Help us sing this song
On the twenty-first day of April
We
and not fair
But we are not blind, we are not there
We don't got time left to spare to not care
On the last day of November, swellin' in ranks
Went
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
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
get this....most of the song's written, get to Jersey, boom!
Oh, by the way, when we first arrived in Jersey, the first place we went to was a place
two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent
I bent the corner
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
pull up I'm killing the red op (Bang)
Then I threw the money on the dash
Listen, I had a quarter, flipped it
50 cent waters (Tell em)
I just been
even when
Sanctions off And I'm down to 50 Cent and I'm Patiently Waiting for Free Smoke like
Drake I'll just vape it off
Shit that was like
back in the day,
V21C Woman 2
Thought to write a story, that led to their glory.
V22 Woman 3
Charles Russel, Upton Sinclair, went underground,
when 50 cents
Felt like a thousand dollars
Win a Nobel sippin’ Mamajuana
Don't tune to the Oscars
No time to give life to an ounce of drama
Momma, we
away and was never heard from again because later that day
Mr Hand flew to oblivion and was transformed by the universe
To become the thing we all know
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
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