Lyrics:
Capri Suns for fifty cents (yeah)
Now I just hate to reminisce (to reminisce)
So if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it
I-I-I-I-I-I
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
no-man's land
And I live here everyday
So come and dance with me
Come take a chance with me
I'm only thirty out of fifty shades of grey
What do you
Xans
Ja man bin auf Xans
Fuck, guck wie ich glänz'
Höre hinten 50Cent
Ja ja guck mal wie ich dance
Ja ja bin auf Xans
Ja man bin auf Xans
Deine Baddy
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
I'm the face of my city
Cosigned by Diddy
Hard liquor, I'm shitty
Hotel with some bitty
Got her doing my bidding
You changed, no kidding
Wasn't
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
It's fifty degrees, kick start the beat
Sun burning my feet, It's fifty degrees
So Dance like No-one's Watchin you
Dance like No-one's Watchin you
I
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
believe what the boys are blowing
You got to come on man
And take a piece of Mister Parker's band
You'll be riding by, bareback on your armadillo
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
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
these simple games mean so much,
Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, with silver buttons down her back.
She asks for fifty cents, to see the elephants, jump
you know
I got a 48-track studio back at the crib
So drop by you know where I live
I see you all the time but on another note
Would you like to dance
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)
[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I
I'm a gangsta
(Come on)
Real gangsta, let it go
(G, G, G, G you know)
Uh, the game took a turn crazy, it's all gravy
Thanks to 50 Cent and Shady, they
keep it real low
PG and MD in the studio
Metro on the side man, by the window
Shout out to shots now, got me like woah
Now I just smoke, when I'm
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