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a man by the name of Gray Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag Now it's a dollar and a half beside Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
these babes They gotta stop crying, you know (Dre, 50 Cent) with crying And screaming babies sold out, bitch These motherfuckers are making Me
Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let...fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom Buys
to let, 50 cents No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Two hours of push broom Buys a eight by 12 four-bit room I'm a man of means, by no
to give me a thing Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea Guess I'm
wife dig me Game try and hit me Kick game like 50 cent Niggas wanna play games I quickly Mob with a squad that will bang y'all wit' me And they want
do one more game of counting by fives on our fingers This is a long one, keep going Get set, ready, go 5, 10, 15, 20 25, 30, 35, 40 45, 50, 55,
(uh-huh) Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt) Tell niggas, get they money right,
G G G, G G G-Unit No peace talks, no white flags No mercy, I'm getting yo ass [50 Cent] Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
Here comes that guy in his stripped down Model A And he says, ?Gimme 50 cents worth of regular Check my oil too, if you don't mind Put some air in my
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah Nuttin' crazy, little som' som' Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio I sit and twist the lye just to get high Niggas is
New York City You are now rocking, with 50 Cent You gotta love it I just wanna chill and twist the lah Catch stunts in my 7-45 You drive me
Because everybody fifty cents From a quarter Where I come from Yeah The streets ain't timid But I feel at home in it Gotta see a couple people I ain't got
two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in I told my mom look out her window to another Benz She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent I bent the corner
what you say about me Broke nigga two cents don't matter Give a fuck what you say about me Broke bitch two cents don't matter It doesn't matter, it
You lost your common sense for a buck and fifty cents But full of confidence so high I don't know why I, I don't know and I don't, I don't care
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent It's bottle after bottle The money ain't a thing when you party with me It's what we into, it's
作词 : WomboCombo/ZJ Phantom 作曲 : WomboCombo/ZJ Phantom DMX & 50 Cent Type Beat 此伴奏为免费格式 由WomboCombo和ZJ Phantom制作 评论并关注WomboCombo、ZJ Phantom和GOAT
When you stop the programs for after school And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions" We scream, rock, blows,
(uh-huh) Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt) Tell niggas, get they money right,
and sweet like cinnamon But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends But separate the paper
back, no tense You got a bag of grub it cost you about fifty cents No fear, no fuckin' feats Malt liquor tastes much better on the streets Crusting,
Hurry, hurry, step right up See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends Stand
Hurry, hurry, step right up See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends Stand
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