Lyrics:
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Jedes Kind hat jetzt ein Smartphone
Und aus den Boxen dröhnt 50Cent
Ohne all die Alten Platten wär ich nicht mehr Hip Hop Fan
Ich starte
laughing, my plaques' from album sales
Y'all is ringtone platinum, but ninety-nine cents adds up
I don't hate 'em, I congratulate 'em
The new young Prince
put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
rent
Me not come beg you fifty cent
That's nobody's business but my own
And if he says that I'm to move
That won't stop me from improve
That's nobody's
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
Here comes that guy in his stripped down Model A
And he says, ?Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes
them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm surrounded by many men
But see them boys ain't killing me
They treat me like Metro
If I don't trust you they go
I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
This is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men
No 50 cent
But I'm wild
I can't get no rest
Up all night
Don't get
at fifty, new songs by Nas would be hard and live
I leave 'em scared like when they hear their name called, but ain't nobody there
The definition of my name
Yeah
Turn 50 cent to a dollar i got power in a different ghost
Tap yo neighbor onna shoulder tell get some dough
& I heard bout what they said get
my main don't Act Right
Nothing to something
That's the whole goal of the shit
A penny to to a dime
A dime to 50 cent
I'm tryin to get rich
Nothing
die Crème de la Crème laufe 'rum im Cripwalk (Cripwalk)
Du siehst die Videos, und denkst direkt an 50 Cent (Go, go)
Das nenn' ich Hip Hop nicht die
packed in
At least about 50, cents
That’s how much we make like 50 cents
Uh Many men, uh, going in
Showing them that I’m flowing quick
And I’m growing
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
I had 50 cents
Onna bag of chips
Had to spend the shit
I'm legit
I get money quick
We buy everything
Everybody want a couple cents when I'm coming in
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
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
and listen
Iyo ham, ham
Oh nkosi yam
A lot of people tried to discourage me man
And told me I must not do this album man
Why sing about Tambo
Leave politics
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
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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