Lyrics:
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
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
in Australia on tour with Janet Jackson
Courtesy of 50 Cent, my nigga made that happen
Felt like Michael Jackson was about to walk in the room
Rest
Trailer for sale or rent, 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
Trailer for sale or rent, 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
named 50 Cent I signed
This shit's official now, the deal is finished and it's time
To get down to this business, let's go get these nicks and dimes
DJ Whoo Kid:Yea (?) Lloyd Banks 50 Cent G-Unit Here We Go you should be here wit me bitch, you should come and make me rich, girl you know girl you
[50 Cent talking]
[Hook]
You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line
You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine
You mad at me?
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
Hasn't it ever occured of
Stand on your own two, please
I never heard of
By the window in the bathroom
That one did it got a dress like a brother
Then both
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
and smushed and you upset
If I could have only eaten this a day before
Now it's a waste of 50 cent goes in the trash
My stomach empty and my thoughts mushy
My
Yeah
Turn 50 cent to a dollar i got power in a different ghost
Tap yo neighbor onna shoulder tell get some dough
& I heard bout what they said get
die Crème de la Crème laufe 'rum im Cripwalk (Cripwalk)
Du siehst die Videos, und denkst direkt an 50 Cent (Go, go)
Das nenn' ich Hip Hop nicht die
my main don't Act Right
Nothing to something
That's the whole goal of the shit
A penny to to a dime
A dime to 50 cent
I'm tryin to get rich
Nothing
packed in
At least about 50, cents
That’s how much we make like 50 cents
Uh Many men, uh, going in
Showing them that I’m flowing quick
And I’m growing
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
all restless
I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent
Vivica,we can share him like the president
Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant,I'm heaven sent
cents
So now we count by tens
Are you ready to begin
It goes 10, 20 30, 40, 50, 60, 70 80, 90, a dollar
It goes 10, 20, 30 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 90, 2
then a 100 percent
Flipping this cash, flipping every single cent
I can turn a nickel into 50 cent
I'ma get rich or die tryin' like 50 Cent
Gosh man, I
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
Aye
Aye
Bow bow
What it do Nate
You ready? (Yeah)
Alright hold up hold up hold up think we got one there
(Aye) Twenties and fifties and hundreds
We
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
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