Lyrics:
on someone payroll
Fifty cents is Lloyd bank account
Blabber 'bout me at the Tabber
But I work by lantern
See, I figured out this pattern
I'm the only one with
cashman
When the rain pour
Have ya rain coat
Close to being rich 50 cent from being broke
All black gnights I be talking like the pope
All black lil nigga
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
(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men
kid's ears and nesting
"Testing, attention please"
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance,
back
What the fuck is 50 cent is what Jigga said
Look at yourself
Even now I'm diggin up the dead
Get some help, all you had left was 1 buck
You lost
Had to use the rent for the pack
Had to flip a cent to a stack
Had to do my dance like jack
Had to take a chance while it lasts
Man I had to get this
sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good
[Verse 1]
[Skinny Deville]
My yeaga lookin like one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
touch me
Me. That cost 50 cents
Whatever I still got plenty left
I'm in the zone. Danger. Twilight. Name it
Heart rate rise while climb in the rankings
Round here we don't let shit slide
It's really an eye for an eye
Some dive in head first with pride
Others put one foot in like nines
Thought shit
(Skrrt) speedin' in it, let the car cruise
Put me 50 Cent on them Ja Rules (Ah)
Prices goin' up in the city
Twenty-six fifty for a jar of blues
Twelve
so allow me, hand me ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror
a quail-o then I lay low
Inside a mansion, Nokay-do
50 cents Fake-o Bay-bro
No see's in my lie
I need weed to get high
I need cheese to get by
After
me hounding me trying to be my only
I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
(Yeah) What would fuck me up more
Watching her
we got to let 'em know
Here's a letter to the New York Post
The worst piece of paper on the east coast
Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents
bed what the fuck you thought
9th Wonder didn't want to sign me, said I should sign with Wayne
Or 50 Cent, hood music he don't feel my pain
Damn I
of money and don't make shit
I give em change
Since they don't make cents
Shawty like 50 and think she still lit
Imagine her raising them kids
Petty like
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
I'm smoking
You think we compare
Please that had me choking
Laughed so much I almost fell out my damn chair
Watch the throne
Got here by staying driven
they holy
Out here counting up how much you bitches owe me
He know I'm that bitch all these other hoes is phonies
I'm not 50 cent but have my money by
the Slaughter's came up
'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent
Because of my relationship with
the Slaughter's came up
'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up
Niggas be quick to call me the new Fifty Cent
Because of my relationship with
that since a kid
2 Quarters you get 50 cent
Deported my cuz send bricks
Ralph Lauren I be fresh as shit
You boring she gone fuck the clique
I'm rolling I
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