Lyrics:
I've been workin' and gettin' by
But that ain't enough to satisfy
'Cause I got dreams for you and I
So I got money on my mind
So if you wanna stack
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
way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with
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
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed
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
another knot
Keep your bank on swolle and your honey in the pot, bitch
Because I can back it I can't help but talk shit
Feeling like 50 Cent when he
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
bitch
Blossom with the buttercup and I ain't talkin flowers
You can keep that Remy I just like the money showers
These n*ggas worth 50 cent claiming they
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
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
like fifty cent
I'm on Mob time
That's grind time, you gone pay the rent
Yea
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I should not fear no
Premier cool
So so cool
So deadly
Kill many germs
Kill many men
Many many men
50 cents
Many many gems
I stole them
Go tell them
Go tell them
I stole them
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
and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny's, I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent, I got a job for your father
I'm tryna help with the rent, I came up from
get the crown yet
To be a king
That I'm destined To be
the king I'm supposed to be
Or Imma die trying
Like 50 cent
Imma get rich or die trying
Getting
yeah we meet by the bay
Step to my face you have nothing to say
When it hit nighttime we turn up like day
Loan time is over we getting our pay
I take
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
Turn on my microphone you get Me
Hey ee
I drop the shirt and I wear knicker
I smoking Gas like a Cylinder
I grip the 50 like Vivica
Ride deadly
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
replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face
need your two cents
I took a risk in the trap just to get from them noodles to Ruth Chris
How could I lose woe?
I ain't have shit to my name til I turnt
Call the police
My brand new boots are on fire
Whoo, I wish I had a Twin Dre
I'm not happy by myself, uh
Why the thunder tryna scare me, ayy
Whoa,
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