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fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man
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
fifty cent, in a bad predicament The gon' bust your head by them dead green presidents Wipin' down the evidence, shooters at my residence All this
gotta die, I'd rather homicide I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly? Hate it
an eight by 12 four-bit room I'm a man of means, by no means King of the road Trailer for sale or rent Rooms to let, 50 cents No phone, no pool, no pets I
Hey Nicki Hey Nicki here's the Evidence they Haven't seen a baller Carry the game since Power of the Dollar 50 cent every super herro Need his theme
"take your clothes off!" Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy Dead meat placed
jajaja T-pain Victor "el nasi", "nesty" W yandel En conexión con 50 cent Y todavía se atreven decir que son los numero uno jajaja Seguimos
play that here They play 50 cent and Daddy Yankee this year Clipse grinding off the edge of elementary ears Drug dealing be the occupation of my sisters
like it's legal A nigga move around with the Eagle I go off! We say you get It if we don't believe you This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off Big
buys an Eight by twelve four bedroom, I'm a A man of mean by no means King of the road Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let, fifty cents No phone, no
"take your clothes off!" Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy Dead meat placed
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
as a light tan With plastic faces and rubber hands Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim How dare you call the Gods in vain Not
as a light tan With plastic faces and rubber hands Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim How dare you call the Gods in vain Not
nigga (haha, haha) You gotta love it, New York City (haha) [ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ] I been doin' my own thang You can tell by the stones on my neck,
weighs eighteen stone (That's two hundreds fifty six pounds) I don't mind her fat but, It's not only that but, She's cockeyed and muscle-bound, Molly
made Into brown gravy for supper Sunday They got 50 pound bags of chicken nuggets They got yummy yogurt by the bucket. Shelves and shelves
Bruder, sag ma' ehrlich, wer will keinen dicken Benz? Veysel schreibt die Hooks besser als 50 Cent Bruder, sag ma' ehrlich, wer will keinen dicken
Sparks is white like me" "Haha" "Hahaha" "One time for that boy Eminem? You know what I'm Talking about?! One time for that boy 50 Cent! The whole G Unit!
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let, 50 cents No phone, no pool,
Now, listen... My paycheck after taxes barely pays the rent I do the town on Friday, by Tuesday, it's all spent. Two bucks an hour, this job ain't
cracker a day (what? Oh shit) Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim And started fucking with Trina Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
ya frame I'm like 50 cent's thoughts on some murder game Peep the poetry and metaphors C4 to heavens doors like I'm coming here for sure Gimme gimme
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