Lyrics:
on their knees)
Wise Man 2: By what name are you calling him?
(Dramatic Holy music)
Mandy: Brian.
Three Wise Men:
We worship you, Oh,
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
thangs, my hands are a danger
Not just my trigger, but all five fangers
Lace ya down lace ya up, bury you in mudholes
Welcome to my domain, please deposit
see the ones
You see in your reflection
Imma breathe in deeper
Exhale inhale
Let me count you down from seven, six
Five five five
You don't have
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
*
They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
a knot... but I'm down to 9 cents and 9 senses tingling since 9,6 when I was 9...
So it's colorful in my head like 6ix 9ine...
Getting and giving colorful
If five plus five is five
Then you can give me my pill twice the time
Cause if five plus five is five
Then I guess I'm living my life in half-life
a real trapper you don't understand that
While you was trap rapping I had to wrap in saran wrap
Making 2 cents turn into a dollar this big facts
I ain't
doin' way too much
(Gouda)
We never watered down, we doin' way too much
(Gouda)
And you don't wanna stunt with us
(Gouda
Hustlers are us, we doin' way too
to the streets of Rome
Too Damn Hype led by Jeff and the Prince
You're spending dollars and cents
We're spending pounds and pence
And yens and rubels and marks,
the monkey from off my back
15 cents minus 5 is a dime
Sexy young ladies, let's intertwine
Greg N-i-c-e ran it down the line-line
[ VERSE 2: Preacher
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
är upp till dig.
Det måste väl do förstå vad som är fel.
Tuuuure! jag sjunker!!
Nä, just det.
Sjunker 'you? !
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
Don't fuck with the fleas
Beam me up when I touch down in the V
Steaming up vents let it roll down with ease
Cant get back into that shit
Bitch are you
jam every night
That's how you get to be down with the Too Damn Hype
Too damn hype
Too damn hype
And all the people on the left are
Too damn hype
nothing new
Tell me what's the truth
It wasn't up to you
I had to part ways from my closest friends
Doesn't make sense
Are you down to ride are we ride
it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel
Well John
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
See, I chose this profession, so therefore, I earn beer.
(Laughter)
Pretty much.
Got matches?
And I'm not lyin' one fuckin' bit, either.
Are you guys
I'll cut you off
And have you all abolished as I demolish you
Until all the molecules
In your body are exposed to my flows
That explodes with explosions
And called him Jim
You have already met her. She is Della
Della finished her crying and cleaned the marks of it from her face
She stood by the window
high and mighty with all that muscle!"
Go ahead, boy. Pick up that hammer, and show me what you can do!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down
pick up the hammer!"
He said to get a rusted spike and swing it down three times
I'll pay you a nickel a day for every inch you sink it to
Go
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