Lyrics:
you gotta spin 'em on the low hit the big bumps slow
And most of the time they ain't worth the dough
[Chorus: LL Cool J (50 Cent)]
Now when you see me
coasta New York Post
Yo New York Post don't brag or boast
Dissin' flavor when he's butter that you put on your toast
Put my address in the paper cause I
locked when no one's around
I sing, trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah,
the nonsense
Murder One shit, that's how it get - muh'fucker what
[50 Cent]
I put the fifth to your head, your white tee turn red
Nigga now give up
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT
(UNIT, haha) , yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
And Lloyd Banks
(BANKS) , and Tony Yayo (YAYO)
Nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You
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
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
Timbaland sounds so good
But I might not be ready i don't know
If I spend a 100 grand on the beat
Then we
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
take them shots an drop it like it's hot
Bitch Nigga
Hey what up 'cause, it's 50 cent
What's happening nigga?
Ha ha ha yea Nigga
Just when you thought
They know that Offset is abnormal (Set)
Stupid rollie, it got fifty pointers (Stupid)
Secret service my young niggas on percs
But when they on molly they
There's a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice
Cause it's sort of unique 'cause you know it's me
My poetry's deep, and I'm still-matic, the way
(Grimey ass niggas)
Put the 50 Cent beer away
(Put the 50 cent beer away, we ain't drinkin? that)}
{We gon? drink that expensive shit tonight, baby
out here living mine
It’s all right
That’s my 2 cents
If you gotta ask, that’s my only 2 cents
2 cents
That’s my 2 cents
If you gotta ask, that’s my
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
have to start way back at the very beginning
It's the only way we can make any sense of the ending
So, let's take a pause here
Alright
When your mother
All the people that didn't want me way back
I tell them all that I got a new taste
When I start doing shows
And making bread off the 6 God
Man, it's
when no one's around
I sing, "Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but,
locked when no one's around
I sing, trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah,
history of hip-hop
From way way back
(His martha gupa's?) Hip-Hop Father
Charlie Ahern Wild Style
And 50 Cent's Fifty and More
I used to read this to my
dirty things
Protected by this N-I-N-E Glock
Feel like shawty pimp
This one for them niggas talking hot I'm here to check ya temp
No attempt when I empty
(for real)
Dope fiend beggin' for a dollar from me (what?)
But all I got is fifty cents for a cigarette (here)
Landlord in my apartment knockin'
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