Lyrics:
but I got it like this, anything I want imma get, get or die trying 50 cent, little money that I spent for her to let me come up on her tits, I promise
Gave you my two cents, ain't got money babe
I'll take you somewhere fun and tell you something funny
Something funny, babe
When I open my eyes
Oh,
two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Middle finger to the 5-0
I
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
to get me by
So I stack it up, man, I gotta work for it
Yeah, I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I got money on my mind
I-I, I-I
I wanna flex hard
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
no pe
From the nashville skyline
Girls in south country
In this world gone wrong
So here's another love song
[verse 2]
We came a long way baby
You
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
the dooch powder
Summer's Eve, I drop degrees chill
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly till you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices,
part time
At night, honey was a stripper
Givin cats lap dances, the money was quicker
Mid town Manhattan crib, shorty live by herself
Raisin little man,
you hold down the crib do your one twos you na'mean needs that (Ham-Town)
My autobody car shop thief n***** (Movers)
The fifty cent limber mamis
border
Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter (For a Quarter??)
That's one, I fulfill nigga's order
What you nigga's wanna order?
06' Nino Brown,
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
There was a girl in Paris
Whom he sent a letter 2
Hoping she would answer back
Now wasn't that a fool
Hardy notion on the part of a
Sometimes lonely
It's Newark to London
To the BX
That international shit
Aigh
We got one right here
Let's get it
I'm lovin' my blicky but I need new straps
No tut I'm
on my wrist
Gelato smoke it up
I'm chiefing hella big
If she gon bruk it up
I might just grant her wish
2 cups (drank) put it out
Smoking gas by
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
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