Lyrics:
dollars and 5 cents
And you make 250,360.5 and that's just a quarter?
Then pay your fucking taxes man and give my shot
They said if you're looking for
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
be like "Your words?, They represent me"
Whether bidding or tryna tie up an ending
All coded for who's in the scrimmage
So if you didn't get it
In my zone
When the instrumental be like 19 hunnids
That shit get me running
Na na na na na na na
Yeah I think i got it, yeah
Dammit Louis is lit
like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big
spit
Speak my own slang-uage
Still I am the real-iest
Surrounded by Ciroc but your boy sipping Hennesey
Loves is a hospital and I was born in V
want your 2 cents
Go duck-duck baby, yeah you know how the goose gets
I just made baggy, feel like I should move Trents
Baby this the new groove
need to
Get right out the way than
If we talk bread, I always stay fed
Drums steady coming for your head You won't evade them
Look in my eyes
They tried
Travel, that's key but the books cannot lie
Unlock your mind by reading
Lines of new topics
Place your optics on books
Of real black knowledge
Beginning
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
gassed up, but brother, what you living for?
Clubbing and banging chicks? nah really, what you living for?
I feel like Fanum, Duke Dennis, Kai Cent
Get
and he aint fresh to death rockin' them purples,
whippin in that new 5 50 cent color purple,
so where he get off thinking he can hurt you,
out being
years
Listens to the jukebox for her answers
Slowly guzzles twenty-five cent beers
Talks about the men she's known and then some
She's seen them in her
it’s
Five point palm, your heart's gone, the method
Ten point program, outline the aesthetics
Eight Trigrams, decipher the dianetics
With sixty-four,
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
that sip
The pain'll go away if you
Get higher than a motherfucker
And I know you think you know my style
Sursprise, nigga, I done changed it now
5
On That Bishop And Jude Shit
I'll Put This 4-5 In Your Mouth Like A Toothpick (You Bitch)
The South Ain't Safe No Mo', So Get A Gun
And Pray To God That
(chorus 3)
Who said that funk was done just by one.
Who said that it was never ever done?
Who said the two of us couldn't groove.
It wasn't me but maybe
Hasn't it ever occured of
Stand on your own two, please
I never heard of
By the window in the bathroom
That one did it got a dress like a brother
Then both
A five foot seven guy, privately educated and white
I just get into the groove, add some funk and indie too
Give my vocabulary room, this ain't
laugh 'cause y'all pushin' a lot of swag
I'm pushin' this big ole Hearse, don't get body bagged
Royce Da 5'9", Detroit, gah
These new rappers be
Jesus told you niggas to do?
Work for four dollars and twentry-five cents an hour
And y'all ain't stealing shit?
Well you know me, I started stealing
V.2
They say it's the highway of the great
Don't let life pass you by before it is to late
Get in your ride 'n cruise the twenty four forty eight
, females get jealous
Okay smartie, go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But you're
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