Lyrics:
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 an eight by twelve four-bit
this is
It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aw nigga don't trip
I come through your hood, stunting in my yellow Lam'
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
I'm
But imma scream and shout, until my fucking lungs come out
Everybody change up, when the guns come out
If you miss a nigga, he finding your mama house
don’t forget - I be in battle too
We outnumbered 50-1
Many with guns
Many with bias by us trying to get us to run
I know that Ella Mai have made it sound
cent, but he ain't survive he went straight up to god like many men
We be with the devil out here dancing, I don't need an answer
I done seen a demon in
I got this game on lock yo jogging up the block for a 50 cent taco
Knock yo ass out the box so quick
You better check yo bitches purse I think she got
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy
Drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin'
We don't give a fuck
striving prosper come trough
When we mobbin' in
Who that, that's nasty baby
In a old school rental, niggas can't get it
Nasty baby, shout out to trap lord
It's 50 dent & S-N double O-P
You don't want no snoop & you
Don't want it wit me
Every time I come around they like "Oh No"
I get to tripping, slap
me for my Air Max 95's
Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride and if I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm
was out in that booth, I ain't drop no music, I was frontin' my move
Tell the opps what the fuck they gon' do, 5 to 10 cents when I slide, FN2
They're
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
Ain't no way a nigga slowing down, bitch, this bread comin'
Lil' bro nem too thirsty to bail out, them boys some head, hunters
I was taught , don't never
so in that sense
I never value your two cents
Standing ovation, ladies and gents
These young niggas come fresh out the 'jects
Where your worst
the coroner
I'm strung out on gun fire nigga
Turn it up more dunn
It go one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
No man wanna die, everybody want Heaven
[Hook: 50 Cent]
Yeah
Nigga you so tough
Tough until your heartbeat stop
The tre pound pop, your arteries shot
You bleed into shock, get in
down di rat, but me nah see no jack
Likkle Africa too small, it nuh deh pon di maps so
That's why dem nah tek no chat, well
Fifty cent inna the pocket
Love to see you run, I just use your come
Gun cooked, unhooked for tryin to reach
Including my strap so I unleash the beast
I dare you
head
I feel like 50 cent I'm wanted dead by many men
The gun cocked and one shot just missed my head
The next shot I then hopped that one hit the bed
the best
When my niggas get knocked we gonna bail them out
When it come to my gun my shells is out
you better get the message cause I done mailed it
(Advertiser)
And now a public service announcement
For those who may be
Confused Curtis Of G-Unit
(50 Cent) ladies and gentlemen it's been
Brought
shit we just gon'
Keep going, and matter fact this hoe ass nigga 50 Cent
Bitch you ain't nothing but two quarters nigga
We made change out of your
[ad libs and shouts for first 12 seconds]
[C-Rayz Walz]
see-Rayz, guns and butter!
Go back upstairs, eat your mac cheese and fishsticks
You not 50
the streets, like, look
(Favor, turn me up)
Oh-oh-oh, look
Oh-oh-oh, look
Ayy, ayy, ayy, check this out, I really just 'bout to tell 'em how I feel
50
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