Lyrics:
station in Jamaica
Queens zach Fink Ny1 50 cent:
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50
Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want
ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror Squad
From the top, we have
to get doe
I done did road trips wit
50 bricks of that blow
Gangsta's buy 'em from me
But'll kill for ya nig
Cuz keep it real as fuck is all I did
That's
is der shit Außerirdische nennen mich Betachrom
Zeit is Geld, wie schnell kannst du Idiot auf 50 Meter flown?
Tote Materie in bunten Klamotten
Ich rap
shit
To the (?)
50 dollar, hundred dollar bill shit
(?) gold crown on a real nigga wrist
Fresh like my nephew Khalil in this bitch
.40 cal, no
come across never took loss cause she leaving better
Winners win momma told me to get the dividends, and I did
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent
to clear the shit up
For what, I seek steel, I get stuck
I play jacks on the year like Bill Rodell, get hit by a truck
Bent the fuck back, despite
don't give a fuck bout them
Look
[B.G.]
I'ma lil' nigga that will down you
Let off fifty rounds at you and
If you fake I don't want to be no where
Got this problem with these niggaz on the other side of town
Plus my little homey Pop-la-di he's a rider now
So you know he want some answers off
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
vegetables
Rapping with that special flow
Only way you're next to blow if you be strapped with C4
I be fresh from head to toe, every day a fashion show
rent
Trips nitaspend, kicks utarock
Na ma chicks watavent
Always by your side till we both meet our ends
I'm a rider for real, come rock with the best
I
wit' me, on the real
And don't slip on a banana peel
Because you will get killed
By the guerrilla (guerrilla)
I'm a gorilla (guerrilla)
By
the world rice is all they eat
Here in the motherland you can understand
Get 5 eggs for only 50 cent
Everybody Muslim on the program
Pray 5 times wash ya face
of Kanye West and 50 Cent
Dropping on the same day, couldn't wait for our pay day
Me and my boys had a job, we worked the same place (T-Dot)
Worked for
of ice in it
My three-fifty-seven pretty but ain't nothin nice in it
Too many bitches and not enough rubbers
Got so many of my real niggaz under
became
Ghost rider
Do you care to believe
The paraplegic
Got impaled by a fire hydrant
And then by design
It intertwined his spine with
The microfibers
the workers were in:
The factory was surrounded by a fence and barbed wire on top and on the bottom. And they have a chain-linked fence surround the whole
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
I go by the name of Kel Mitchell!
And this is TeamBackPack! Let's go!
Yo, I'm so '96, back and on my grimy shit
Nigga get -whoever they'll sign me
a gangsta
You had us all fool you a pranksta
Here's 50 cents you a wanksta
Too much dirty laundry like hampers
That man can't lead the team
He slow off
Of The Year Cuz, The Playz I Make
Ordered Seven N A Half, I Tossed Em A Cool Eight(4real)
N Eventhou Im On The 2 Im Still Twerkin Fo
Catch Me In The Kitchen Wit
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
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
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