Lyrics:
paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent
They said, "if you was white, should be all right"
"If you was brown, stick around"
50 Cent
Shady, Aftermath, The Dream Team
We gotta get the get well cards
Niggas is sick, feel this
Motion picture shit
Now don't think I won't
me moving
Over fifty
Keep me groovin'
Just a hippie gypsy
Come on, move now
Movin'
Keep me movin', yeah
Keep me movin', movin', movin', yeah
That's why you gotta watch your friends you
Got to watch me they conniving, shit
The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent
do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)
Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
50cent: GGGGGG-UNIT
CHORUS: I warned you, told you not to push me pussy
See wat happens when you push me pussy
I warned you, told you not to f**ck
them up cent by cent
I started with a quarter
It was worth twenty-five cents
Each dime was worth ten
So I added both of them
Got thirty-five, forty-five
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
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
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
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
G-Unit, UTP
Hahahaha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP (yeah)
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em, Buck
50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't fuckin' playin'
life could be
If she just dreamed a little harder at night
[Verse 2]
So she'd lay awake, keeping those fifty cent dreams alive
Knowing that one day,
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?
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
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
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
this bitch
Got them drum luggers with them hollow tips
Hottest hit of the year yeah this is it
50 Cent back on that gangsta shit
On my way out
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