Lyrics:
the viper
And when I touch the mike i'm trying tro make these boys feel it
And when I stretch this lab I'ma fifth rell it, grill it
Sip the eight, don't spit
Scream one last time
When Dr. Dre say crunk, you will get it crunk, get it crunk
Crunk, crunk, crunk
And when 50 cent says jump, you get on one foot
Nigga the work a 9 say its 10
Scribble on the check whit a pen
Right now im wearing Dior but you know I rock louie linen
50cent glass jaw
Shoot his chin
Rollie Pollie on my wrist
Gotta make a flight, big day, slummin' on FaceTime
Fifty K, wonderin' why I'm stormin' off, no race
Emboldened by the bliss
I
Apollo Control, Houston, 2 minutes 50 seconds from time of L.O.S. Now
Our distance away from the Moon 460 nautical miles, velocity 7417 feet per
and I'm on my own
So why don't everybody just leave me alone!"
Now you stay at home, talking on the phone
Doin ninety miles an hour in the fifty mile zone
They really just nize me
I hit Bella and Ella in the same night
When they hear this freestyle
They gonna say, "your game tight"
A lot of niggas, they
(Woo) , came up off them Snack Packs
50-cent for Shastas
Itchy blop' up in the backpack
Little Caesar Hot-N-Ready box
We had to have that
Made us heavy
a sprained jaw
A lot of rappers on my list that just ain't Ja
And I'ma read that motherfucker off come April
You pussies think I went soft 'cause 8 mile
to articulate these words for my art
This is just a part of me
Have ya heard by the grapevine? No
Babe, do some figure eights on my ass
Let me know if you can
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
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
Writing rhymes at night in the house by myself
I open mailboxes, all I see was more bills
Gettin' cold chicken, walkin' down Ryan's hills
Askin' moms for 50
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
Bitch I'm smooth when I come thru
I got that thang on me
You bet not play homie get shot in your face homie
Eight O eight on the beat
This beat by
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
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 pushing broom
Buys
Eight K property, Gucci I don't sag
Geeked on the perc and the
Xan so I might crash
Twenty-eight K for the cookie gas bag
We get 'em in by the trashbag
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
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
through with the 22
#23 -I'm the Jumpman
For 24 hours I've been drunk, man
25 cents used to get you a phone call
Ran 26 miles and I kicked
Through a stone
around
I sing, trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
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