Lyrics:
specialize in walkin' niggas down
So don't run up
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Put fifty cent on every nigga
That's your young buck
Three-five in
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
ch, but two hours of pushing broom
Buys a eight
the Slaughter's came up
'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent
Because of my relationship with
the Slaughter's came up
'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent
Because of my relationship with
Fa sho
I got my gat
So you know what that means
It's a bust back thang, I ain't goin' out like a hoe
When you comin' to get me I got the four four
Uh
Y'all ready for this one
Let's go
Yuh
I'm going in so don't you go drown in that water
I'm praying and hope you can swim
Aint got many friends in
Damn, huh, uh, yeah
You heaven sent, I see ya angel wings now
You like a fire to my soul let me breathe now
I'm suffocating in ya love lord help me
all soaked with sweat
He's riding hard to catch that herd, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky
Their rindin hard to catch that heard but they ain't caught em yet
Cause they got to ride forever in that range up in the sky
On horses snortin fire
so Crispy
And imma need that by Monday
Shot out Out to 50
Who you thought it was
Most hated who you gotta love
Lit like a forest fire
Electric
Im
signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
to sell ya Dayton off the GTA
Got to get me hustle get me scratch every day
Mini me say wa the ma jackin' mothafucker slingin' yay
Come again now
Me me
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
[50 Cent]
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
Everybody know
greenbacks
I'm in love with them dollars
I'm in love with them 20s 50s 100s
Don't eat just holla look
I'm in love with that money
I'm in love with that kitty
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Oh, but two hours of pushin' them brooms
Buys
up like 50 Cent
But all I knows the dolla
And all I know is guala
It's a shame to see a boy
Blinded by bein a balla
Y'all think that I'm a villain
they don't make no more)
I get you clipped in the name of war (let's go)
I get you hit by somebody that you was with on the day before
Yeah, I ain't
If 50 Cent wasn't making TV shows
These niggas wouldn't know how to be gangster
Free all of my niggas who locked in them chains
And free all of my
freak, had to cut my other lil' bitch off (heh, heh, ooh, ooh, lil' bitch)
50K, you could come and book a nigga for a plug walk
20K, that ain't shit
it but preach the word of telling my people to spend ya money wisely don't be obscured
By some things that depreciated like what like a home to open
that first marijuana tape
Guess I got a chronic case
And I ain't just blowin' smoke, 'less it's in your mama's face
I know this time Paul and Dre,
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