Lyrics:
Catchin top while I milly rock
Well damn
Keep a 50 shot and a 30 glock
Well damn
Pull up in the drop watch me drop the top
Well damn
Bitch you been
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
dripped so hard courtside, had to call the mop boy to my seat (wow)
At the Super Bowl in my suite (yeah)
Ballin' so hard, need cleats (ballin')
Human
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
just like Savage
I Ain't got No hearth n***a get popped like A tart mad max with the choppa
Make the k sing like a Opera With this stick Im'a mop you
x8
I want revenge
Im a real uchiha severed ties with all of my friends
I hit my dance
Downtown 9 shots you thought that I was 50 cent
She independant,
Stop playing with me blood this bitch will flip a scat
Petty over 50 cent i'm like go get the strap
You ain't do a good performance but you getting
I just wanted mop
I don't know YB but free that nigga Top
I get around bitch I'm feeling like Pac
Not Mexican but I'm in love with the guap
You niggas
and found him
I'm with the gang trapping in the hotspot
No 50 Cent, but we making the block hot
Got a foreign bitch in my room with a crop top
No Lil Wayne,
laying where nobody knows (yo, yo, ay, yo, ay)
Hoes back with the strap, I attack, go back
I remember all days moving pack split 50 cent cakes on me,
business
Then fuck a middle man
Hit yo block and then we spin again
Like ceiling fan
If dat pussy owe me fifty cent he gone see many men
Shawty told me
down
I left about 50 shots, I think I missed, we spend around
Then we took a head off, left that nigga on the ground
Brizzy had him six pounds, but he
to flock
(whosamarion verse 2)
(Huh)
You know I'm still gettin hot
Press him like a pill
He boutta get popped
50cent I take ya bitch to the shop
cnd
block is spint like ceiling fan
Running, ducking from the cops, can't be locked up in that can
Like C-Breezy and 50 Cent, bitch, you know I been that man
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
Hasn't it ever occured of
Stand on your own two, please
I never heard of
By the window in the bathroom
That one did it got a dress like a brother
Then both
history of hip-hop
From way way back
(His martha gupa's?) Hip-Hop Father
Charlie Ahern Wild Style
And 50 Cent's Fifty and More
I used to read this to my
Trailer 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
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
men, get rich or die like I'm 50 Cent
Remember when life was the simplest, back when I didn't have fifty cent
Sober now, I'm takin' Yoga classes
I'm
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should
Trailers for sale or rent,
Rooms to let 50 cents,
No phone, no pool, no pets,
Ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom
Buys
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