Lyrics:
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
and Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
[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
myself goin' down
50 bands, with a whole 100 rounds
Judgement Day, we gone burn up the town
Sick of recording
Am I tired of gettin' money? That's never
50 Cent West Coast Interview Clip
The fuck you thought?
I was one of them? Yeah
Imma tell you like 50 told me in 03
I don't know what you done heard
envy
You say you got money nigga really
I bring them racks in by the plenty
You broke as fuck don't got a penny
Don't need yo two cents
You wasn't
ya lighter 'fore we spark the fire
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time, come on
And push
lighter 'fore we spark the fire
To all my peoples on the planet stimulatin' the mind
All my peoples that be knowin' the time, come on
And push up ya
bricks
I had a jacob like 50 cent
In '04 got my paper acts in me nigga
I get my grind on house 3 stairs had it for 2 years
Still ain't satisfied that's how
50 shots for every cop that popped sean bell, his body layin'
But they don't quit cause they know that our generation wont do shit
Nothin', nada, but
he’s got two (got two)
I’m like babe (like babe) that’s how we do
(that’s how we do)
No, no, no you man can't do it like me
Nope, you can't do it like me
fire on me! He burned me already!
St. George: How can I be sure of that, Ma'am?
Maiden: Believe me, I got it straight from the dragon's mouth.
St.
the motherfuckin' pro
One nigga got pissed
And started reachin' for his shit
Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool
Like I said before, you don't get a second
fifty cent, in a bad predicament
The gon' bust your head by them dead green presidents
Wipin' down the evidence, shooters at my residence
All this
uh uh now they got it
Lets go
Uh ay ay ay
They had my ancestors locked up and we still in them chains
I know some people wish that we was still they
ticket from
This rut in which I'm stuck
They say the best things in life are free
I say that sucks
The best stuff costs fifty bucks and up
One million
as R.L. Stine
Through the fire, I'm Chakra Khan check out the flow that got me signed
Yeah, it's a million rappers I'm better than
That's the beneficial
I'm on my 007 shit I keep it with me
I've been on the grind i ain't talking 50-50
Got my foot up on the pedal bitch I'm speedin quickly
The second
Shimmy shimmy yay
Gimme this Gimme that
What is that underneath the hat
It Sound like it's a rat
It Smell like it's a rat
I Tell em it's a wrap
the flame ablaze, set the city on fire
How we 'sposed to be peaceful
when the murderers are hired by
Those meant to serve and protect
Tired of the silence
baby
Uh, come on y'all
It's still y'all same old dawg
Surviving Sickle Cell like bullets to the jaw
Fifty Cent power, for this shit I should get paid by
Of what's inside my head that's like free rent
My brand named cereal should be called
Chock full o regrets
Half a dollar like I'm fifty cents
Please don't
hurricane Geezy bout to flood the city (Whooo)
Still playing with a ticket (Ticket)
Broke it down and made 50 (50)
Stick got a hundred rounds yea I brought
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