Lyrics:
Trailers 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
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
to Larry, my homeboy DJ LL
Niggas talking that bullshit, better chill
'Fore I 50 Cent a nigga and
Put your baby mama on film (yeah)
Motherfuck a Benz, nigga,
mask, no lil Slump God they dont know that's you
That like nigga who are you
Draw down with the tool
Gotta a 50 Cent lil drum on it yea a nigga
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
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
50 cent get the strap cuz my backwood full of that power
On my way to my first shoot out me and Michigan was in that Pontiac bumping twin towers
Ever
need Ruth Chris
Feel like 50 cent imma die or get rich
Finna laugh to the bank feel like 50 cent
Make my millions
I just might buy the whole building
I
to the whole city
And I'm with Dro, you should know that he keep a semi
Just got some Bit, I copped a BIN, I got it litty
Just got the load, I buss it down, I'm
decode how the Gameworks
03, play Counter-Strike talking all that shit
Tupac, Outkast, Emimem, and 50 Cent looping on the playlist
Music didn't find him
(Yeah)
Yeah (Metro)
Ayy (Thugger)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Everything Gucci (everything
I get into all that
Girl I perform for you, like a pornostar
Till you had enough then I just need a lil' bit more
New music new mood new position
mother fucking Tupac's nigga
DMX ain't the new Tupac, Ja Rule ain't the new Tupac
And I'll be damned if 50 Cent is the new Tupac
Ain't no new Tupac's
22 twenties i gave em half a cutie
Real sticky gooey fruity face a L n u woozie
Playing all falls down my favorite song by lil boosie
Another day
a hit
Came home did a hit again
Didnt make the news
But that shit hit citizen
I swear to god I been feelin like 50 cent
Loved by many but hated by many
(Talking)
..Is you selling or is you buying nigga..
Round here. it’s get rich or die trying..
50 Cent in 03 type vibes when I grind nigga..
for the comma
Im told become a monster for the genre
My goal to have you hate me when it's all done
Everybody need a lil' bit of saving, everybody need
(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men
aint dressed to impress
But them heads turn when we come through
What it do
Ten drinks deep when I saw this lil shawty
She a hottie with a body
Think
to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of push broom
Buys a eight by 12 four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no
hills
With a whole lotta Benjamins thumbin
Say its all bout da cash
So I turned 50 cent to a dollar I got off my ass
But once I got a bag
Everything
Trailers for sale or rent,
Rooms to let, 50 cents,
No phone, no pool, no pets,
Ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom
Buys
keep a lil Uzi
I keep a 50 inside of my clip
If he talking that shit knock some cents in his head
I'm just a lil bit shaky I ain't in da club
Cuz I know
tryna send some shots but first, you gotta send a band
Her favorite 50 Cents, she fuck with many men
December bitches always actin' different when they
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