Lyrics:
Various calls were made up for awarin' us
The D's in the marked vans and cabs
In our land
Hoodrats get stapped by niggas who forty
Turnin' out young lady's
and real phony
Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot, what?
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don't
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
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
around
I sing, trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
the purple in the dutch
"Let it Burn" like Usher girl
Drop down, do the eagle, fuck that
Real niggaz just pull up they pants and lean back girl
Make 50
eventually ceases to
Be controlled by a fear of what
Life can bring - James Baldwin
For well over a year 50 Cent
Had been working on what
Was meant to be hist
[50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there
Cashville, Tenekee!
Haha..
Get'em Buck!
[G-Unit ~
to the medal, foot to the floor
Three hundred fifty horses rolling
On the run cause I just kicked in the door
Hit a lick, the whip reported stolen
Tell me who
on this hood shit, good shit
Y'all bitches think the riders a joke, well I don't play (let's go)
I blow you whole fucking shit up like Tim McVeigh
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
I got a bunch of paper I
critical thoughts, criminal minded
Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin
Duel of the iron mics
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes
Duel of the iron
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
for the last twenty years
If you real mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Yeah and it is what it
give her more than 50 cent
Asked her body count she said many many many men
Different flavors, different colors like some M&M's
Nigga fuck yo battle rap,
To back I'm raining
Cause you the top noodles like Ramen, save it
Boss Ricky Ross stand tall Cindy Hall
I'm the hottest in the city
Got them rider niggas
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
stop till I done fifty totes
Y'all motherfuckers know me
I smoke a lot of weed, sayin' fuck a pass like Kobe
[Chorus]
[Repeat x4]
Rock on,
diamonds by the boatload
Come with the Tony Romo for clowns and all the bozos
My AP goin' psycho, lil' mama bad like Michael
Can't really trust nobody
critical thoughts, criminal minded
Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin
Duel of the iron mics
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes
Duel of the iron
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
for the last twenty years
If you real mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Mothafucka scream cheers! (cheers, cheers)
Yeah and it is what it
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,
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