Lyrics:
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
50 Cent, Ludacris, Public Enemy, ScHoolboy Q
I was rapping with artists I'd never heard of before
Who ripped the mic in ways I'd never seen in person
bro
Ideally love your cynic by my side
But to doubt me in front of kids
The shit that hurt my pride
Hard to accept but you'll sit and watch me roll in
this 'Behind the Music'
With Lynard Skynard?"
And I say I don't know
Say, it's gettin' late, watcha wanna do for dinner?
She says "I kinda had a big
(huh)
Sneak the quarterback
Just in case he gon' run it
(sneak, pow pow pow)
Told that lil' hoe "no"
Just in case she want money (huh)
In my 50 Cent
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
always demanding more
Two cents is nothing when Sallie Mae knocking at your door
Front me? GoFundMe? I thought so
Saying I should do this, do that
Whole
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
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
it is
The rest gangsta on the real man you know what it is
Plus I got a hundred goons wit me
Dressed in black
Fifty at the front door, fifty
give her more than 50 cent
Asked her body count she said many many many men
Different flavors, different colors like some M&M's
Nigga fuck yo battle rap,
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
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
and tear ya block up
You soft, duke, you puttin' up a crazy front
I stay wit the MAC 'cause niggas tried blaze me once
In the hood they like, "Damn, 50
ridin dirty like a benzo
We don't even do shit, why you sayin you my friend for?
You can keep your two cents cause i'm tryna get it tenfold
I was goin
don't care about the red carpet
Thanks 50
Murda let's go
Young Thug and Gunna got hit with the RICO
They usin' rap lyrics against them and that shit
"Well, who is 'Biggie Smalls'?"
Notorious Biggie Smalls in full effect
Got my DJ Fifty Grand in the house
You know what I'm saying
I'ma nice long
the master plan
She had left her friends and introduced herself as Jass she said
This whole event is so intense, of course it's 50 Cent
She grabbed my hands
proceed
Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed
I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?
With this automatic
the shine, time after time
You didn't know where up her
Gas or pop an arm
No joke front this low flow
So don't I'm a stay paid
I just fight with the guns
I let
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
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