Lyrics:
Work, work, work, day after day
Fifty hour week, forty hour pay
Not time to get over on this overtime
Yea I'm always runnin', I'm always runnin'
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
Step right up, hurry hurry, before the show begins, my friend.
Stand in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend.
It'll only cost you fifty
SAY IT'S ALL RIGHT
I'm sorry, I'm not really a salesperson. But I care about this company. It's our family story. Ninety years ago, my
plans, and it really hurts
Every time I go fishin' it'd always start me wishin'
That I could be a child again
Take my 50 cents and go down to the local
Yeah (wha-, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's 50 Cent (wha-) and S-N-double-O-P (wha-wha-wha-what?)
You don't want it with Snoop and you don't want it with me
Yeah (wha-, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's 50 Cent (wha-) and S-N-double-O-P (wha-wha-wha-what?)
You don't want it with Snoop and you don't want it with me
""The 50th Law"" is a book co-authored by Robert Greene and rapper Curtis ""50 Cent"" Jackson. Published in 2009, this book combines Greene's
just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state
"You know what you do
You gon see this clip
9 Shots rip
Make him flip
Now he 50 cent
Change ain't doing shit
Need some chips
Like its poker bitch
Trapping till I'm po
Fuck
at?)
Remix
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got it, everybody got it, uh
Welcome to my hood
Look at all these old school
Something special
Unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent)
Justin (-tin)
Timbaland (-land)
Goddamn (damn)
She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
smell blow, blow, blow (remix)
Count it up, count it up, count it up, I get more, more, more (count up)
Space couped up, can't go slow, slow, slow
Everybody say ah, ah
Yeah, its 50 cent
And Lloyd Banks
And Young Buck
Yeah, and Joe
G-Unit!
Everybody say (la la la la la la la la la la
the way you work it
No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up
She's got class and style
Street knowledge by the pound
Baby never act wild, very low
I got it (ooh), I got it (ooh)
I love it when she say (ooh)
It's cool I got it (ooh)
I got it (ooh), I got it (ooh)
(Remix)
I love her 'cause
(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,
It was always me versus the world
Until I found it's me versus me
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Just remember what happens on earth
Young rich nigga feel like Bill Gates
50 racks gone out of my bouquet
The bitches they cooking the chicken
They whipping it undelay
I'm calling
a bank account
Junkies goin' in, junkies goin' out
Made a hundred thou' in my trap house
Money kinda short but we can work it out
Made a hundred
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
Cent in the club
You know it ain't my time to call it a day
I wanna crack on and I wanna be paid
But it's 'bout time you remember the name
Ayy, ayy
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
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