Lyrics:
me for a dollar even though that's all I had left
These greedy lying ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death!
[Chorus]
When we come up we gettin'
advice is move clever
They all know bullets don't got names
So they bound to go through whoever
Every day could be yo last day
Made like five thousand
handled homey checks Like a banking eagle
Knew the insides of tax laws And hiding yo dough
Cause my homie kept Increasing every cent in his Flow
He could
to give me a thing
Could've been a fifty cent ring from out of a vending machine
Love unconditionally, there's no other fish in the sea
Guess I'm
So I walked into a store with
A couple BUCKs from the BANK
Saw a pack of M&Ms asked
How much? 50 CENTs? Thanks
Grabbed a box of Ike & MIKEs
JONES
Gimme your beeper number and checks before you leave
"Ai yo call me tomorow and ask for Steve"
Oh no this shit I couldnt beleive
Me and _ grabded her by
cents
Treat you like dead, gunned down by many men
Comin off a hiatus
Been watching movies, playing ball and I'm staying hydrated
Even I'm my biggest fan,
know what that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam buildin' like I'm the shit
Tell 'em gimme fifty million and Imma quit
Most rappers' taste
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
huh uh huh
I got a few things I want to tell the people out there
Yo, yo, yo
All I hear is Fugee this, Fugee that
Where Fugee At? I need Fugees to spit
to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight
[Verse 1 - Wyclef]
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get
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
(Do it, do it)
It was once said by Black Thought that "Things fall apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp
que ven, Barbie, yo soy tu Ken
No tengo cash money, solamente fifty cent, oh
Ha comenzado the game
Yo-Seph, number one in the hall of fame
(¡Slow,
hot
For me me me baby by by by ooh
Girl your not the same, your in love with t-pain
And I cant play this game anymore I wanna keep on jumping around
once said by Black Thought that "Things Fall Apart"
Knew I shouldn't have been messin' with dude's girl from start
But I pimp from the heart, the art
and out the gym, feelin' slimmer than spaghetti
Stackin' muscle on these bones, yeah I got the hoes sweaty
Wait a second... Yo, we all outta weed
Let's go
It's boy Lyriclou
Run it back Asendo
I'm tryna be yours if you tryna be mine
Ima make you mine
Gimme yo love gimmie yo trust
Fighting for my spot is
(No I don't want your number
Keep it real at all times
Just be real with me
Like i said, just keep it real)
If I had to keep it real
Only by my
sitting poolside looking real cool
With a Grape flavored 50 cent juice
Made for one, the corner store lady gimme two
Nigga thats love, thats what I live
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
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