Lyrics:
at the zoo, cause the trenches had grabbed me
50 cents for chips, 2 for a dollar, break a bag, not stingy
She got a cute face, I compliment, bet I be in her
for a child in need
That's money well spent.
But I bet you didn't know you could change the world
With just one cent.
One cent at a time
We're
and
Vanish in thin air
I've finished my work, now it's time to cop
And meet that Chinese lady
At the baggage spot i need twelve twelves
And fifty
This track was produced by Uncle Shield
Yoh Jefe
Came in this b from the dirt
All my niggas from the dirt
All we know is put in work
All we know is
And the lox puts you in orbit AOK
But that big hunk of liverwurst
Has been there since October First,
And today is the Twenty-Third of May
So when you go
We own the hood (For real though)
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me
I got crib in Florida, and I don't even stay there
Been bought
is known
Is imma always put in work whether in office or home
Now when I Zoom in, either way I'm still connected as ever
And imma always be respected
to the cash I really wanted it bad in the past year
Fast year that was last year
Tryna make a rhyme, part-time work as a cashier
Couple jobs ain't last for me
wasn't)
I could show you how to be a crook, I might put it in a book (uh-huh)
That's another chapter (that's another chapter)
I wasn't tryna be just
You Can Walk Like I Do, And Talk Like Me Too
But Nobody Gon' Rock With You
'cause You Can't Do It Like Me (Nah, You can't Do It Like Me)
{[50 Cent
to know me
[Bridge - 50 Cent]
From the beginnin' to end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real, we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full
in work put in work
Put in work Put in work
Put in work put in work put in work
I need 50s i need 100s ima fein for the paper
Gimmie money give me
to 10
Keepin in a cool place from Uncle Ben
You know you messin' with a nigga
That do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while
There's two in
On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis
Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg
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
[Originally by 50 Cent]
No shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gonna' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink
Go Big or go home, that's the code that I live by
100% all the time that's my real life
I put in work all the time I pay the full price
I put in
NIGGAS CAUSE me and my NIGGAS (WE ALL BALL)
And no we don't WORK the hardest
We use our brains i guess that means we must be the smartest
Yawl niggas
no work that's deadly
Before I leave I gots to ask a question:
If you got God on yo' side
Why you stressin'? Just work
I put in 50 applications
Still
Lionel Richie
Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me
He'd be part of my charity
(I want to thank my hood)
To my people cuttin'
Two severed human legs that belonged to
a young man with dark skin. Shiny black leg hairs glittered in the
dim streetlight. The legs had been forced
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
to pack
I'm a husband and father
That means I gotta work smarter
I need a crib for my daughters
I want the crib by the water
I'm tryna push this father
I'm
and stop my cash count
I snapped they start disappearing like fifty cents eye brows
How that sound
I'm in a glass house you throwing stones at me
All my shit
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