Lyrics:
you makin' lemonade
Take a thousand hours to write, our rhymes (Minute Made)
Me, Joey and Joell leave you crippled
Mother-fuck five cents, but we'll
a dollar to get in and twenty-five cents a beer
They play rock and roll music like it hasn't been rocked for years
Well she's sexy and seventeen .....
life
Step to the line think twice
Give 5 cents run off like mice
Talk about what they'd do if the time was due
If they walked in my shoes
The plays
Fuck your top five
Fuck your top nine
Send em cloud nine
So I can pop by
Cigarette pop eye
Flashback, nineteen eighty-two
It's a Saturday, and I'm with my crew
After the cartoons, we're ready to go
Got a five-dollar bill, ready to blow
Tryna be by your side, on a late night
Every time I wake up, you're on my mind
You're on my mind
Oh, oh
Girl, you're so beautiful with your cocoa
to the D Boys (drug dealas)
Neighborhood dope man
I mean real niggas
Thata make a dolla out a fifteen cents
Ain't got a dime, but I rides
the lob
She eat dick corn on the cob
Did his bid got hit with fraud
Nigga diss know how that end
Save her name as 50 Cent lil bitch got hit by many men
Oh
(blaf) blaf daai honde
By die hekke van paradise?
Got a twin carb V8 in this jammy that I drive
You can take me for a dice, ag, you, you won't survive
Life's a game no NPC
Yea bitch I'm playing
Peanut beats I'm slaying
Petty cents I'm being paid it
But the bed I'm laying
Got my girl simulating haven
kingz
This feel like that 50 cent 99 how to rob shit
Momma on em telling me go get a job shit
9 to 5 wasn't hiring that made us rob shit
Crown 5 for
it aint bout money then you know i gotta dip
And you aint my friend dont even ask me for a cent
Yeah yeah i been on my shit
I go so hard when im in my
Twenty-six feeling like I'm 50 cent
My death is wished by many men
Yet again So let me vent
Life just won't let me live
Am I making sense?
Got my degree
Got a bunt nigga twist it
I'm a get drunk with my biscuit
5 cent cup, take a sip kid
I'm a product of the p-jects
My teachers always told me that
by
Affi Get rich
Or die trying
Money pon my mind
Call it suicide
Money pon my mind
I see dollar signs
If it don't make cents
I don't see the point
Put
exposure
Chrome heart cross got black range rover (Black!)
Show me where ross is, ops move slower
V12 back yeah that is my stroller (Foreign!)
Hoes wanna
I got the game by the throat like a dog collar
You know this shit is purer than some raw powder
And you can talk, but the moves you make talk louder
kill the buzz, I need to be home soon
Call me Malcom X if you inspired by my words
That’s how I was back in Sixth I would persevere
Thinking back now I
than a fucking lightpost
I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most
Now I'm a basehead down on my luck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
to earn my cents
There's one thing I just don't got
Not a maid, and not a yacht
Not a car, it's not subpar
It's the thrill of scraping by
In my dreams
I'm
and nickels sang me to sleep
Abraham Lincoln was quite the President
But his face to me meant only one cent
I'm sorry, Mr. Jefferson, I didn't know what you did
cents per stream
So 5000 divided by .004 would be
1,250,000 streams
Holy sh**
I need to rob a bank
to live this little fiction quick
Two, three, four, five cents
I'll pay what represents
This feeling that's so dense
Euphoric sense of happiness
But you
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