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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
Date four hoes, make her smile and make her moan though Lady charmer put armor by your baby mama I hate to say it a later moment I didn't warn ya High
Mo' fire, Weezy Mo' fire (put yuh light inna di air) Mo' fire, give 'em Mo' fire I Diddy Bop, my fifty cocked My city hot, I'm dodging
Learnin' to Love Lovin' to Learn Bear forkback by the flywheel Get fifty cent for the porkpie She's climbin' on in the sandbox Get
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
[50 Cent talking] [Hook] You want beef wit me? take a number, and get in line You bump heads wit me? I pop ya top off wit the nine You mad at me?
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents No phones no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah but two hours of pushing brooms buys
Like the days of stompin' at the Savoy Now we freak, oh, what a joy Just come on down, to fifty four Find a spot out on the floor Ah, freak out Le
vegetables Rapping with that special flow Only way you're next to blow if you be strapped with C4 I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin', we don't give
Yeah This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub Niggas want to get it crackin', we don't
screamin' at the wheels Bigger'n anything there is last that's the way she feels Trains're big and black and smokin' louder'n July 4th But everybody's
or rent Rooms to let, fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but two hours of pushing broom Buys an eight by twelve
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere It makes no goddamn sense at all America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit Flavor Flav
ain't feeling 'em Walking in my big blue chucks Cause I'm killing 'em Hey what up 'cause, it's 50 cent What's happening nigga? Ever since the moment I
Set to BIG's "The World Is Filled" instrumental Yeah 50 Cent, uh huh Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit'! She ain't that chick from the burbs That's
Whoa! 50 Cent g-Unit! yeah! You want beef wit me take a Number and get in line You want pairs with me I pop Ya top off with the nine You mad at me?
modest and not a lot of pride Soon to have a ride and a home to reside If my momma is sick, I'm by her beside Used to watch the show on channel 4
boogaloo Gets you up and gets you out But how long can you keep it up? Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony So cheap and real phony Hong Kong dollars and Indian
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on See how time fly? Hate
that boogaloo Gets you up and gets you out But how long can you keep it up? Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony So cheap and real phony Hong Kong dollars
boogaloo Gets you up and gets you out But how long can you keep it up? Gimme Honda, Gimme Sony So cheap and real phony Hong Kong dollars and Indian
mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me [Verse 3] I love 50 Cent, that's my dad But even my mom talk about him bad She says since he blew up,
car got no roof Them riders with me everywhere and all of them shoot Probably heard some things about me, man, and all of them true About how we came
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