Lyrics:
the hood by the way she blow dicks
Pimpin' ain't shit to pimp
Pimp on pimp, pimp
to shoot to get the loot
Then I guess you got to do what you gotta do
But know this, fa sho this, its somethin for realler
From a fifty cent nigga
for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by
[50 Cent]
ay , yo we can't stay alive forever,
so if the shit hits tha fan then we might as well die together, im hi as ever, more hoe's and more
Vybírám cash, pin, pin, oversized, né slim fit
Nejsem 50 Cent abych byl P.I.M.P, pimp, pimp
Bílá, černá, pinguin
Prsten jako Pipin
Oblíbená část
these Hoes
50 Cent, Young Buck, HAHA
We trying to fuck with these Hoes
Aww man, we known internationally right now
We overseas nigga, In Dubland, Ireland
Solo pienso en todos tus castigos
Como lil peep solo en mi castilllo
Soy un P.i.M.P. 50 cents en mi bolsillo
Y soy voy contigo no es casualidad
[50 Cent talking]
[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line
You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me?
way from)
If you feelin' like a pimp nigga, go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too, go and brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy
Purple Rain, baby, stupid
Reproduced and directed by 50 Cent
Starring Curtis ''50 cent'' Jackson
Clifton Powell, Treach, Gabriel Casseus
Sasha
Delvalle,
the choppy flow
The rocks that glow
I'll have your man laid out in a hospital
He wasn't thinking with his
Mind, he wasn't logical, what? Yo!
Woah, 50 Cent, 50
another knot
Keep your bank on swolle and your honey in the pot, bitch
Because I can back it I can't help but talk shit
Feeling like 50 Cent when he
fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
(Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
(Chalupa)
Look out pimp, aight, what it do
We gettin' it, so
If you feelin like a pimp nigga
Go and brush your shoulders off
Ladies is pimps too
go and brush your shoulders off
Niggas is crazy baby don't
the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be best friend
If relation will you be my rider to the end
Confessions
my hands befo I touch my dick
Bitch I'm ceasin, meanin
I'm 900-99 thousand, 900-99 dollars, 99 cents away from breathin
Now if she tell that her
Got his arm ripped off
Go into a tent
You gone see them crack pipes lit
You could get sucked up for
Fifty-five cent dick falling off
Savage running off
this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol' song
dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone
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
distress
Now all this mackin’ I been dealing in got me stacking my dividends
A pocket full of change I gave 50 cent out to many men
I slam my doors my
so allow me, hand me ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror
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
It's that easy
I had to run it up on these broke niggas
50 bands worth of dope, nigga
It's that easy
Had to run it up on these broke niggas
50
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