Lyrics:
like it was a burning candle
But I grab it by the flame, numb like novocaine
Snag the light from you, slap the fight out you, now I got you hiding too,
about that Cash Money.
Got a lot of Power, you can call me Ghost and Tommy.
Need every 50 cent that you own me.
I don't need a gun.
We gone out fight it
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
than fifty shades of grey)
Livin' in a house of blues (livin' in a house of blues)
Takin' it day by day (takin' it day by day)
Livin' any way I choose
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
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
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
Ain't even got my own style. Sometimes I'm 50 Cent.
But I ain't got not bullets. And I ain't bullet proof.
And you can take your aim, but you can't
I’ll stand behind this shattered glass
I feel like 50cent
I never worry
Cuz I know somethings are imminent
I guess I gave em what they needed
They ain’t
(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
You lost your common sense for a buck and fifty cents
But full of confidence so high I don't know why
I, I don't know and I don't, I don't care
some that purple (green blue)
100 cent high
Please don't go away (don't go)
I'm not good with goodbyes
Please don't hurt me, know you can
I see red in
this earth
Played with skirts, always alert
Shirt me if you want to shirt me, I conserve
Energy that's been burnt
Take your turn, I earn, dollar by
give her more than 50 cent
Asked her body count she said many many many men
Different flavors, different colors like some M&M's
Nigga fuck yo battle rap,
the nerves to hit you
Time is flying by, but I still try
to fight my pride and call you
I get so lonely
When will you call me
All I ask is 50/50, call me back
Had to use the rent for the pack
Had to flip a cent to a stack
Had to do my dance like jack
Had to take a chance while it lasts
Man I had to get this
doesn't mean we can't be gentle.
We could be gentle.
We could be gentle.
Fifty cent hearts. Fifty cent hearts. Fifty cent hearts.
[x2]
Is that all we're
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
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
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
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