Lyrics:
hope
6 albums in still giving niggas dope
Helping niggas cope with these rhymes that I spit
Sharing all my pain for a fraction of a cent
Pay what you
that sauce
So asseblief, please pause
Let the beat breathe dawg
I've got moves you wouldn't believe
If this was Ripley's dawg
Hope it makes cents like 50
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushin broom
Buys
down
Above the weather to the better bliss
Togetherness
Judging by my album streams, hardly any gonna hear this
How am I still delirious
Some twisted
the flow ADHD my mentally
No telling where we'll go 50 cent wings at the Applebee's
I'm tryna get rich and act broke that's my mentality
All of my songs be
Couple more album before I retire
Most of these rappers ain't nuttin? but liars
Hollered by the killers when they sang in the choir
Straight from
your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga?
(YEAH) , you thugged out? (YEAH)
50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year
(YEAH) you bust your gun
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
Scream one last time
When Dr. Dre say crunk, you will get it crunk, get it crunk
Crunk, crunk, crunk
And when 50 cent says jump, you get on one foot
of a 5 a day
Living life the higher way
Could have 50 Cents in my bank account and I'd still be Savage
21
Gimme a Token ill Busta Rhyme guarantee I'd still
a couple books by Donald Goins
Bout the business of this shit, how to flip a few coins
Before the age of eighteen, I was destined to make it
My bank account
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
This might just be the end
If I die, please forgive me for my sin
I got that stick, before I go, I'm shooting ten
Just like 50 Cent, I'm beefing with
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
bird on me
Nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money
Man that shit comin' in digit's
I got 50 cents on me
this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol' song
Just bein' honest --
sucker swallow every time
Airplane come erase your mind
Seems there's been an accident
Telephone costs 50 cents
to find out
the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P they better stick
into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond,
I'm magnificent,
Won't change, hmm 50 cents
Mood depends
On... what... mood you in
You'd... damn.. make the cutest kid
Please forgive
Sorry it's
don't tell me
nobody can see
don't give me a key
ye ye
me and oneshot make you away
like snoop and dr dre
50 cents the real gangsta
2pac the betta
best
Premier cool
So so cool
So deadly
Kill many germs
Kill many men
Many many men
50 cents
Many many gems
I stole them
Go tell them
Go tell them
I stole them
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