Lyrics:
've got plenty to be thankful for
No private car, no caviar
No carpet on my floor
Still I've got plenty to be thankful for
I've got eyes to see with
This is my Wraith, yeah your shit is a rent
Fifty round drum
I ain't talkin' about cent (Woo, yeah)
Look at the stars on my roof (Woo)
Look at the rims
You can fuck it you can suck you can leave it alone
25 cents is the regular price
50 cents you can fuck it twice
75 cents you can fuck it to the bone
Mr. Smith), look around you if you want to brag,
You should thank your lucky stars and I mean, thank all 50 in your flag.
(And you really got a family
I exist
No matter how I may persist
So it's clear to see there's no hope for me
Though I live at fifty-one thirty-five Kensington Avenue
And she
I exist
No matter how I may persist
So it's clear to see there's no hope for me
Though I live at fifty-one thirty-five Kensington Avenue
And she
(kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in (kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in, it's Dr. Dre and 50 Cent trick
They said we couldn't do it, look now, I did it
I topped in
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
strange, I'm just like you
I've got the very same frustrations too
You should have seen me at the bar last night
I like 50 cents get me just right
Chorus
scriptures in my brain, I could spit at your dame
Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook
50 fear no man, warrior, swing swords like Conan
Picture
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is
Going away on a little vacation
I'll be gone quite a while
You won't have you no love making
You'll just have that ten cent smile
Goodbye, this is
And that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street
I used to walk in the shade
With those blues on parade
But no I'm not
We lead a street life alone
(50 Cent) that's what it is definitely not
Hip-hop this is R&B
I know this is not hip-hop
You know is not hip-hop
Irv
only 50 Cent
Come back when you got a couple dollars holla.
[Verse 1]
You gonna need more than 50 Cent to play this game
Nigga hating on me cause
scriptures in my brain, I could spit at your dame
Straight out the good book, look, niggas is shook
50 fear no man, warrior, swing swords like Conan
Picture
Hey tell everybody
Mr. King's in town
I got a dollar and a quarter
Just rarin' to clown
But don't let nobody play me cheap
I got fifty cents more
But no I'm not afraid
This Rover crossed over
If I never have a cent
I'd be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side
You got to ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive
E-lim-i-nate the negative
And latch on to the affirmative
Don't mess with Mr. In-between
You got
Rollie Pollie on my wrist
Gotta make a flight, big day, slummin' on FaceTime
Fifty K, wonderin' why I'm stormin' off, no race
Emboldened by the bliss
I
When I was a young man - no bigger than this
A chocolate egg cream was not to be missed
Some U Bet's Chocolate Syrup, seltzer water mixed with milk
Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk
Get it crunk (crunk, crunk, crunk)
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
Jump (jump, jump,
Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk
Get it crunk (crunk, crunk, crunk)
And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and
Jump (jump, jump,
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
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