Lyrics:
Trailers 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
that's a big black bug,
Got your 50 cent fortune tucked under your rug.
You got your zoot suit body bag ready to blast off.
I'm in a milk crate by your
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
beneath the new pa-paya tree
We'll send your papa fifty-cent cigar
'Cause he's a proud pa-paya grand-pa-pa!
Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue
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
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
Trailers for sale of rent
Rooms to let 50 cents, now
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Now two hours of shoving broom
But
shit, it was ninety-nine cents (bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else has been
baby
Uh, come on y'all
It's still y'all same old dawg
Surviving Sickle Cell like bullets to the jaw
Fifty Cent power, for this shit I should get paid by
through your windows or your door
Grab it by the tail
Yucca man
Yucca man
If I had a dollar--cut it in two--give you fifty cents
But the rock will
Myself
D12
50 Cent
Obie Trice
Stat Quo
And I would also like to introduce
The two newest members of the family
One goes by the name of Bobby Creek
wife dig me
Game try and hit me
Kick game like 50 cent
Niggas wanna play games I quickly
Mob with a squad that will bang y'all wit' me
And they want
together we made it
我背着一
书包现金去买车
I cop a car with cash full of my backpack
后
视镜的自己像是
50 Cent
一
样的笑着
I am smiling like 50 Cent in the mirror
给我支笔我甚至都不需要纸
就能
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
plans, and it really hurts
Every time I go fishin' it'd always start me wishin'
That I could be a child again
Take my 50 cents and go down to the local
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
envy
You say you got money nigga really
I bring them racks in by the plenty
You broke as fuck don't got a penny
Don't need yo two cents
You wasn't
body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent
They said, "if you was white, should be all right"
"If you was brown, stick around"
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
(Oh, the wine cooler)
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
to the grave where you noticed I was gay uh huh, uh huh
An ice cream truck
Drives my way by
Popsickle sticks for 50 cents man
My mouth is blue
I lost my keys
and drugs filling cereal bowls
A fleet of limousines idle lined in the lot
A penthouse with a helipad, a 50-foot yacht
A mansion in the Hamptons
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