Lyrics:
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm
of pushing broom buys a
Eight by twelve four bed room, I'm a
Man of means by no means
King of the road
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No
50 Cent: G-UNIT
Announcer: MTV News on MTV 2
Gideon Yego: Hi I'm Gideon Yego with MTV news. 4 weeks strong at number one and the Eminem Show is
rolling for that terp smoke
Yeah, I keep the purp bro
Pass it round the circle
Got 50 other strains
Tucked away like some merlote
Terp sauce by the jar
In
of glitter of and Jack Daniels family
A sack of sandy tacticals
Strapped to my back
With a pack of free radicals
Feel you more than little boys in the Vatican
with a blue eye
No I'm not talking about my baggy eye or baggy pants
Cuz I wouldn't give two cents if 50 cent
Told me that he got presents
I'm just
like a Nat
clways on a n**** back, cuz' da' way a n**** act
If a n**** talk his shit, 50 Cent “Get The Strap!”
Paranoia in my mind, always gotta watch my
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
side
Resting my legs on the sidewalk
Sitting by glitter and spilled cups
cnd I'm sober cuz I can't sip
On a glass that I ain't sharing with
Spent? Spent?
Same time we in the club like we 50 Cent
(50 Cent)
The ocean, big blue, like my Nike sweatshirt
I'ma get on that too
Let me get my check
ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror Squad
From the top, we have
yourself, cheap in Texas if you can drive past
Besides that, nigga current or make five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By
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
Buys
lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent, i'm a die trying to get rich
I got steppers in
spin again
King of the Jungle, I hang in the lion's den
Shots to his chest Fifty Cent like its Many Men
Yeah, Fifty Cent like it's many men
I been
glimmer in the dark, yet I find you here
In every waking thought, and this is just a start
I'm stuck on you, but you don't seem to care
All that glitters
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
that my fuckin' glass is full so
It's like a message in a bottle
My lyrics sealed so you can't even follow
You ain't gonna know shit the second I close
station in Jamaica
Queens zach Fink Ny1 50 cent:
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50
Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want
bare ass
Smoking care packs
I’m locking in the image for my stare stash
Type of veteran that make you trade team
Clear cap
Glass bucket
Gotta call it
fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man
change up the topic
Cuz I aint 50 Cent This aint no 21 Questions
I don’t give a damn or understand what you talking
I Told you I aint 50 I ain't lookin for
come across never took loss cause she leaving better
Winners win momma told me to get the dividends, and I did
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent
Why did you leave my
cre my hopes being passed by
Cuz it's only one thang
That'll Catch my eye
But as soon as I try
Something blinds my side
In
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