Lyrics:
to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room"
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
sweat
Do you cross fit?
You a brick and a half
Off-White kicks and a Chloe bag
You bougie, you say that's all Chloe had
None of that shit really goes
You
50's my favourite
I’m not the the one to play
With, I mean what I say, bitch
50′s my favourite, 50, 50′s my favourite
Still on that gutter shit
Forever
Now it's big face time and I'm Balling on niggas baseline
It's on the wasteline
50 cent that nigga I'll let him taste 9
Then ima chase mine can't breath
shit for a decade
From the Boom-Bap to the Trap, I let my shits cascade, listen, yeah, yeah
So what's the dilly, pass the Phillie, get silly, that's
(burn), I'ma let that shit burn (burn)
Let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire (oh God), I'm only gettin' higher (swerve)
Fifty racks all in
"When's this
Ship I've heard so much about
Gonna get in?" It's
Ridiculous I'm sick of this
Shit driven witless
Can I get a witness? Can I get ten cents
Let me teach
I, need to preach
I know, that I'm only 24
But I, spit it cold
Feeling soreness, in my throat
Puffing smoke, blowing O's by the porch
copped ice
Diamonds wetter than a whale, this shit come by the price
(Well)
Parlay
Yeah she on perfect performance, but don't need a stage
Four am in
block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find
sense, man
If it don't make dollars
It don't make cents, man
I'm talkin' 'bout stacks, man, racks, man
Haha yeah, just let me get fifty 20s
Know what I'm
with Donald Trump (oh)
I don't take nothin' too personal, play 50 Cent, I'ma Kurtis Blow
Gold grill and a greasy 'fro, no peace to the PDO
I like
& beg, the hoe to buy the new 2k
I'm the type to fuck a bitch, and buy a bottle of Dusse (free Trey)
M&M's, I'm on 8 Mile, shoutout 50 Cent
Shawty say she
the store and we both get 50 cent cakes
You heard what I said in that new shit I say
If you can't break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was
50 cent, uh llod banks, uh
Young Buck, uh game Nigga' G-Unit
Haha it's easy man, it's easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle
No more dice games dillemas
always told me nigga watch where you play
Niggas gon snitch, niggas gon switch almost everyday
Lil nigga had to come from nothing
No shoes, shit was really
Let's play a game, call catch a bitch
How you play?
Well diss me nigga and catch a fist
You playin'? Ooo, I know you didn't expect
A nigga to catch wreck
arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 cent with bravehearted, we ride to the grave depart us
You fake niggas imitate what I started, let's go
"Niggas bit
hatin its beef I'm cookin
Who claim the best Cause that spot be tooken
This music shit be the crack I'm pushin
If the 50s come then I'm Reggin Bush'n
Ya'll niggas want to get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you want
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
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