Lyrics:
bullshit you was serving it was all purpose
We all chipped in nigga and we all hurting
I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine
When a niggas 25 cent pieces
like Ben 10 yeah
Or I'm like 50 Cent bulletproof hated by many men men men
She like to sing along to my songs I be like yeah yeah yeah
You gotta come
like "When'd I slide ?"
The only tricks I like are Jedi mind
I have confetti flyin
I came to get me mine
I'll say it fifty times
I'm on my Fifty grind
of somesplash
I touch on myself when ain't
No shorties to touch me
After this joint half the hood
Gon' want to fuck me
I can imagine you're here
In your Vicky
And it came with a 50
Most of y'all don't wanna see me winning
That nigga one cent just like a penny he flipping
It's Cup
Look
Yeah
We pop up
To your
the ambulance
Sometimes I feel no one in this world understands us
But we don't care what people say
My niggas
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money
hoes man these hunnies think the 50 cent
I ain't tryna judge but they've all been through too many men
No way that you top these flows
That's your girl
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
I am a, two hours of pushin' broom buys
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
spend)
I wanna see how quick that fuckin' 50 spit (Come on, come on)
I ain't gon' go out like no bitch, I'ma go out like 50 cent (Out like 50, 50)
I
locked
When no one's around.
I say, trailers for sale or rent,
Rooms to let 50 cents,
No phone, no pool, no pets,
Ain't got no cigarettes.
I've got
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
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
cannot get a cent from me
You ain't put in on this road to riches no you trippin' now who got you gassed money
Pedal to medal 'cause I cannot settle for
I got 50 -11 Diamonds in my chain, my
Paint drippin' stupid in the lane, I
Hit the club make it hurricane, now
Girl pop that, pop that for ya
and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny's, I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent, I got a job for your father
I'm tryna help with the rent, I came up from
Uh yea uh
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
stuck on one side, I can't play the fence
I fell in love with the streets and I been thuggin' since
Get rich or die tryin', fifty cents
Only he had nine
and a getaway spot
These are just a few of the
Things that I have not
I'm so stone-cold broke, you
Know it's no joke, I get
A embarrassing paycheck
Half pays
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
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