Lyrics:
Trailers for sale of rent
Rooms to let 50 cents, now
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Now two hours of shoving broom
But
nintey-eight
Aye-aye
On my mama, I'll prolly be ninety-eight
'Fore I put this mic down
So you can keep your two cents
I've been one hunnid since
(for real)
Dope fiend beggin' for a dollar from me (what?)
But all I got is fifty cents for a cigarette (here)
Landlord in my apartment knockin'
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about
(huh)
Sneak the quarterback
Just in case he gon' run it
(sneak, pow pow pow)
Told that lil' hoe "no"
Just in case she want money (huh)
In my 50 Cent
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
Vengeance in my blood I got hatred in my soul
All this smoke fills up my lungs I been stressing on the road
Aye 50 years sealed up I'm free now
Aye
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
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should
changin' plugs on Moses' Magic Carpet
When up thru the clouds there came this Model A
He says, "Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check, my oil too, if you
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
look just like baby dimes
I'm on the corner selling whole eights
I don't remember being this fuckin paranoid since I sold weight
I went from 50 sacs
get your baggage
Yeah, life's sweet when I'm high on the sour
Mind on my money, put your brain on a dollar
Fifty cent, yeah I came for the power
Know
fuck with me now
She don't fuck with me now
She don't smoke with me now
I thought to myself one fine summer day
There's this girl I wanna make bae
it
I said I'm back, and I'm better than I ever been
I stayed on top like a fucking ceiling fan
Now I'm feeling like 50 cent, with this Tommy I'll turn
niggas with me that shoot like the Grizzly
Put every cent in this shit, like I'm 50
Shootin' at houses, don't show no pity
King of this shit, bitch you
They think gon' get me, I got 50 in this 4-pounder
I'm with the wolves now, woah, we spin your hood now though
Still in the hood, I'm on the whole town
hot
For me me me baby by by by ooh
Girl your not the same, your in love with t-pain
And I cant play this game anymore I wanna keep on jumping around
know me wit the shit bangin'
I'm in the streets again
This west coast shit gettin' played again
Its a new season and a lot of people waitin'
A lot
talking 50 cent neither, haha
I came back a rich nigga
Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter
They want me face down on the pavement
Gang
barrel by, too gun shy to hitch a ride
Got two quarters and a dime, cup of coffee costs a buck
Fifty cents to place a call, payphone's ripped right out
learn ya teach ya a lesson
You can get these hands for free
Woppin ass is my profession
I got it girl let's ride
Like 50 cent get the strap
Evrything has
It was Rakims, Kane's, Cube's and Tribes
Cool G's, Wu Tang's, Black Moon, Jedi Minds
Nas, Pac, Pun's, Biggie Smalls, Jay's
Funk Doc's, Eminem's, 50
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