Lyrics:
put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
taking off but there's no Migos involved I'm Offset so bad my boss insist in
Me taking off I just wait and cough bitch I'm taking no sick days off not
change nigga, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone,
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
liquor, beer to drink?
What you think you really need in these streets that make you bleed?
Money so sick the way that it flows in
You lock ya own grip
You
to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes
what they're gonna' get
I'm sick of everybody talking
I'm sick of fucking with bitches who used to fuck on my mans
I'm sick of having less than $50
Ok
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah
Yeah, ich swerve mein whip so quick
Nah, du bist nicht slick, so wie du denkst
Ich brauch Hustensaft und ich bin nicht mal sick
dying trying
Hit you with 50 but not a cent
I be off the goose
Hang you up from a noose bitch motherfuckers be on the loose
But I be on the loose with
people by the loop like roller
Whoa
They told me that they down so we can go up
But when shit go south they never hit a bro up
What you know?
How'd you
where's the evidence?
You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship
You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink
Take fifty cents
a fifty cent razor
We were supposed to be like Freddie and Effy
Now you're gone and you tell me I'm not supposed to be jealous
A half a milly in a month so
dollars in my pocket
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome
Nah, Walk up to the club like, "What up, I got a big cock!"
I'm so
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
like fifty cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say holy shit
I had one cup of Henny
rope.
That didn't make sense.
I found fifty cents.
Picture laying on the ground,
so now I'm gonna pound my fist into this wall.
Ouch! I really do like
a nigga been
Cuz we could have a dream
To be a king and our life will be wished death upon many men
All over 2 quarters, no 50 cent
But it's really bout
all or the kid will die trying
Piece of mind, got 50 cents worth that's 25 that prying
In my life, check back when you do business with ya thoughts
on the phone
Doin' ninety miles an hour in the fifty mile zone
They never took the time to tell you ?bout sex
So you had to learn about it in
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
sense down to your Feet and since
I spill rhymes like I'm 50 Cent
Let it seep, go to sleep, and hence
It's risky since I can't fix this dent in my head
Back in the mix again just for the hell of it
Stop hittin' my line always trying to be relevant
Not fifty cent, but I've been tried by many men
Yeah,
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