Lyrics:
Ninety eight cent tea
Take the two cent home
And if you want to speak
Why you be so cold
And now I see you calling like I
Never have before
And I spent
no more I just want to lay out alone
This life is scary girl don't think I'll do it by myself
I need you all alone I don't need no one else
You been
that shit
He just turned up the volume, bangin 50 Cent
[Chorus]
[Xzibit]
I got soldiers from both sides who really don't care
Who identify
Write 8 bars about me nigga
I do this shit all day 50
Curtis Jackson
Boo boo
Marcus snitch
Black wall street c. e. o. mother fuckas
Hurricanes in
co chceš, píčo? (co chceš, píčo?) Být tebou nic neříkám (ne)
Cigánský 50 Cent (more), nevím, co přijde zítra
My máme brácho vitamín, tebe se to netýká
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?
bitch
Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent
(And I don't wanna talk about it, oh)
I'm makin' millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it
Nah,
before
It wasn't like this before
50 Cent, I'm makin hit's now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard
I'm the shit now some bitches changed
'cause they
right upon arrival, G shit revival
Marathon goes on, mile by mile
R.I.P. to Nipsey
Shoutout to 50
Reppin that same last name as Biggie - WALLACE
Still
together 50 Cent, less Five-Percenter
All of my niggas to my left, Curt tell these niggas
(Tell these niggas what man, Tell these niggas what)
Uh huh, Im
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
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
since he said retirement
Hiding behind 8 mile and The Chronic
Get's rich but dies rhyming, this is high science
Now add twenty three more for Queens
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
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
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
Inspired by the memories of niggas we won't see again
Me and Skinny back on a winning streak again
Things I felt for her shit I had to learn to keep it in
I
a flying outfit for less than 50 cents
Fuck yo lil bitch her outfit needs a little stich
Need a little stitch
Need a little stitch bitch
Need some more drip
the midnight hour babe! more! more! more!
With a rebel yell more! more! more! more, more, more!
I'll walk the world, with you babe
Eight thousand miles, with
but fifty cents in yo pocket
Don't know what to spend it on, hoping you don't drop it
Like a bad habit, spending on what you want
Not on what you need,
need to go)
I'm hoping that my 2 cents will get me dollar bills
Been on fire with NuSince roasting ant hills
No more belts around my neck
Just loops
Doc-Trizzy, Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath
50 Cent, G-Unit, here we go, free Yayo
Motherfuck a Benzino, they don't know we finna blow
Someone better tell 'em
trick
Lyrics like blinking and breathing it's something you can't forget
I can keep my mouth closed and still be able to spit
Knock down a 50 mile brick
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