Lyrics:
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
upon me like I'm 50 Cent
I am the boogie man
Yeah, I pulled up in my hoodie, man
And you know what's goodie, man
Yeah, yeah, and she know what's
Yeah I got a lot up on my mind
When I'm driving by
Windows down you know the music high
When I'm driving by
Stars are out and in my line sight
When
I'll be on two
If you want a line baby come and fall through
It's been some time
I know you miss me
And I ain't gone lie, no
I think I dropped 50
sense?
Say she off a molly and she feelin hella high
Got a lot of racks and you can tell when I walk by
Got a bad lil shorty and she tryna hit my line
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
New York City where they paint murals of Biggie
In cash we trust cause it's ghetto fabulous, life look pretty
what a pity -- blunts is still fifty
The part sensationalized by Some sensitive chick
If staying in yo place really Where you go sit
Then its a couple things that I Really should know
Are you
rather see us ignorant, control the information
Keeping us from asking questions covering signs of corruption
You can say that I'm paranoid to avoid
to me combined
If you look at my design, my Louie fittin' fine
My jewelry might blind, I'ma walkin' white line
You can't get on my level, that'll take
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
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
[Chorus]
Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme
when you comin out the bottom yuh
Got shit to lose I could be sleepin' on the bottom bunk
I need that fifty fifty split half to me half to my killas
Do
Well, I left Kentucky back in forty nine
An' went to Detroit workin' on a 'sembly line
The first year they had me puttin' wheels on Cadillacs
like Ben 10 yeah
Or I'm like 50 Cent bulletproof hated by many men men men
She like to sing along to my songs I be like yeah yeah yeah
You gotta come
5, you know that's my bro
He hit my line, you know Ima go
You niggas just watching the gang
Y'all just some spectators
I'm so used to winning my nigga
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
art, not a Mona Lisa
I got off the bus
Realized this is suss
Cause I think I’m lost
I got my stops crossed
Fuck a 50 limit 100 men to Taco Bell
Only way
and the world against 'em
From a poverty stricken parable that our hearts had written
We come from fifty-cent bags of candy and penny pinchin'
It's like
Yeah, uh if this don't wake the streets up
I don't know what will it's Benny
Griselda uh, this my life, nigga
I'm still front line
I'm still front
me and Jed
I'm pouring out the red
That some shit like 50 cent
I just made a thousand cents
You don't make no sense
Use your senses
I see you buildings
on 4/30[04:47.21]Without realizing that it was his angelversary[04:50.57]That's how I knew[04:51.81]I was in the right place at the right time[04:58.21]Line in the Sand was
beneath the new pa-paya tree
We'll send your papa fifty-cent cigar
'Cause he's a proud pa-paya grand-pa-pa!
Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue
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