Lyrics:
paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent
They said, "if you was white, should be all right"
"If you was brown, stick around"
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT
(UNIT, haha) , yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
And Lloyd Banks
(BANKS) , and Tony Yayo (YAYO)
Nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You
stripped-down Model A
At Harold's Super Service, we do grease jobs
We fix fifty, sixty flats every day
And just about the time we get real busy
Here comes this
Now, listen...
My paycheck after taxes barely pays the rent
I do the town on Friday, by Tuesday, it's all spent.
Two bucks an hour, this job ain't
're doing things, goin' places
I should smack the phony smile off your face
Before I made it, it was Jack Rules Town
Yeah, so give me 30 cash for a fifty
In nineteen and fifty-nine we took a little hike
With our scout master down to Lake Oneeganite
We took a little pizza and we took some saurkrauts
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
we would never get old
Went from loosies and buses, and fifty cent sodas
And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers
Mad years passed ,still got each
It's the Infamous Mobb, M-O-B-B (haha)
We can't be touched nigga, can't you see (G-Unit)
You do you, man
'Cause me I'm 'gon do my thing
You
would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute
He woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution
Started workin', clerkin' for
We should do something like that, yeah
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck
Yeah, that's what's up
Boom boom
a oddity
Bitch, I poke a crip with a
Pistol cuz I'm a prodigy i think 50 Cent
Boosie Boo and Gucci are Gods to me
Cuz they done been through Hell and back
do,
I could be 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
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
weighs eighteen stone
(That's two hundreds fifty six pounds)
I don't mind her fat but,
It's not only that but,
She's cockeyed and muscle-bound, Molly
by the way they had behaved
Doin' the things that we want to ...
It reminds me of the movies Marty made about New York
Doin' the things that we
and fear
And so we walk from year to year
Believing in each other as we do
Bravely marching forward two by two
Boys and girls like you and me
Walk
people put no value
On a human life
And there are places we all go
That just ain't safe at night
If somebody would do this to me
They just might do it
(no)
You know what we should do?
We should go get her album when it come out
There she go, there she go, there she
Hi, Missy
Hi, Missy?
What's up
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
[50 Cent]
Yeah, I'm A Special Kinda Nigga With Mine's
I Grind, I Get's Paper, You Know What I Mean?
Hahaha
[50 cent]
I'm A Bonafide Hustler,
to be
Oh do do do
(Do do do)
Oh do do do
(Do do do)
Oh do do do
(Do do do do)
As time goes by (oh yeah)
You will see
That we're going to be
die
Sleep a few more nights together
Say the things we used to say
If we're not back in love by Monday
We can go our separate ways
from a woman (yeah, yeah)
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? (Why? Why?)
I think it's time to kill for
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