Lyrics:
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
And then we go to jail, and think about it all
Nothin' else to do, so we ball till' we fall
Baby on the way, I'm just waitin' on the call
Told her bring
still do it for you, babe
They all warned us about times like this
They say the road gets hard and you get lost
When you're led by blind faith
Blind
ain't feeling 'em
Walking in my big blue chucks
Cause I'm killing 'em
Hey what up 'cause, it's 50 cent
What's happening nigga?
Ever since the moment I
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm
proceed
Because we can't slang the urb, cause we smoke too much weed
I got 19 dollars and 50 cents up in my pocket with what?
With this automatic
chance we should find
That it can be for you and I
Then girl I'll try
I'll try
Oh baby
Darlin'
Tell me what to do to make things right
Darlin'
guess
Is the way we measure a man's success
By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn,
Hey Stephen, I know looks can be deceiving
But I know I saw a light in you
And as we walked we would talk
And I didn't say half the things I
We should have each other to tea huh?
We should have each other with cream
Then curl up by the fire
And sleep for awhile
It's the grooviest thing
Huh?
We come from the trenches, nigga
Trap, trap (woo)
Same fit for a week straight (grrt)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fifty-cent cake, now, we eatin'
gon' do whatever he has to (has to)
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you (catch you)
We
Brother for sale
Only fifty cents
Brother for sale
He's not a big expense
You can hug him
You can bug him
You could buy or rent
Brother for sale,
Only fifty
Everybody say ah, ah
Yeah, its 50 cent
And Lloyd Banks
And Young Buck
Yeah, and Joe
G-Unit!
Everybody say (la la la la la la la la la la
a livin' off my lifestyle
It's quite foul how you ain't real as what you write down
I'm right now, fifty cal and some white owls
Ain't nothin' like
chance we should find
That it can be for you and I
Then girl I'll try
I'll try
Oh baby
Darlin'
Tell me what to do to make things right
Darlin'
Banks, 50 Cent
[Lloyd Banks]
[Verse One]
Look Mommy, we can creep through the ghetto with ya, feet and stiletto take a, cartlan party is when ya sneak in
Who started ladies night, man
Giving them pass with fifty cent drinks
Have they lost their mind?
Once you start something
You know its hard to stop
up
So just go on over and work on my car
I'll sit here by the fan and chances are
I can straighten this thing out for..eigh..nine hundred bucks"
independently you
Have access to things we didn't i
Had to hustle bootlegers chief keef is in
His grandma living room doing it
Q: I want to get rich but
I have
[GZA]
Okay.. the GZA
Tony Touch classic, knowhatI'msayin?
We gonna bang why'all, in the head one time
Blaze up on why'all one time real fast (Do
grill and bar
Now I'm doing time
And making license plates
You're catching dimes
Just off the interstate
Things could have been worse
We
what to say, I was hangin' by a string
She said, "Hey, you two, I was once like you, and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do
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