Lyrics:
a good God how could I ever miss
Prophet told me yeah I'm locked down in the five fold ministry
I don't ever miss put some words to a beat
God sending hits
First off, I gotta tell Draymond you a bitch
This nigga Klay just had five bro I'm fuckin
Pissed
Please give me curry back cause he do not
Miss
Sell
always like the quiet ones
Guided by the ire some
Silence, my environment
And find the time been tiresome
I be keepin it a hunnid five
Single breed
Flashback, nineteen eighty-two
It's a Saturday, and I'm with my crew
After the cartoons, we're ready to go
Got a five-dollar bill, ready to blow
will never do
On a midtown bus at 5pm
He and she begin to fight again
Knees buckle under and heads are tossed
As the bus hit brakes and the words heat
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
exposure
Chrome heart cross got black range rover (Black!)
Show me where ross is, ops move slower
V12 back yeah that is my stroller (Foreign!)
Hoes wanna
a minute
But girl yeah you caught me by surprise, together we harmonise
Girl you got it in your genes and I ain't talking Levi's, said
I give you love, girl
Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci
New Jack City servin' Pooky (what?)
Ridin' in a Vert' with a Uzi (skrrt)
Four, five, six, nigga, double up (hold on)
am I in a dream
If she sold her product on the street probably be name supreme
Fifty cent make two quarters that's five dimes where is she
Women out
Less than 5 grand I make yearly
And a dollar from iTunes I make, barely
Only 30 thousand plays on Spotify, equals 75 cents
Not even a dollar, God, that
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause
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
rapper tryin' to mimic him
And that's what really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
You would never know
fascinated by the game
I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices
For my video games
Mortal Kombat time for no contract
Back to the Future no one told
complete me
Oh, its a horrific time, with tormented eyes, torturing lives are swept away
5 cents a piece its now yours to keep
Oh, its a horrific time, with
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay
I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up
But now if you'd come
I'd welcome anything
From the five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me
gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver
You got your own '96 suh-in the ride
And keep your ass
Live at five and CNN
Keep us all abreast
Of breaking stories that can tend
To make us anxious and depressed
Problems with no answers
Hang on like
Lights, camera (ACTION!)
Allow me to lace the showcase
The style and the grace on me you gon' see
Gladly, from that introduction, you get
One time for the dream
Two times for the riches
Three times for the team
Four times for the bitches
Five times for the ice
Six times for
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