Lyrics:
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
The Kingdom is fucked and I use that as an adjective
No 50 cent when I say we need a magic stick
But instead we just go for looks on some pageant shit
Ya yo
like that
I say I'm already dead so I cant die no more, wont cry no more
They told me my brudda died I tried to OD it's like I still see ghost
You ever
-twelve two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
[Chorus:]
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No cars, no pool, no
Super hero
Clark kent
Feel like 03
50 cent
I done gave more
Then I spent
Let me vent
the keys that may be so
Other scales more like me ray so
Galileo better make me go
Kill the game but I’m still the same
You keep your 2 cents I’m not gonna
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
"take your clothes off!"
Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed
A bag of Lender's bagels at the end of the row
In the grocery store
Raisin cinnamon for fifty nine cents
Father said remember twenty years ago
Plies
Den I moved to da 6-1-5
Fucked around got cartel ties
Made more money
Than my teacher
Gotta hide dis cash from Lisa
Dis ice cream
Don't go in no
...want but they don't go killing sh-t
Real a sh-t and your main right pick me, they try and hit me
Kick game like 50 cents, n-ggers wanna play games out
the clout shit or the fame
Just tryna make a way; because this life is not a game
So if you not making cents to me then don't expect no change
I'm busy
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about
cheese
So let's talk about Swizz (Swiss)
No, let's not make up a whole bunch
Of lies to get by Cass'
No he didn't sign you over me
Let's not lie Cass'
When
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
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
your rhymes sound like they
Was written by Clear Channel i used to
Drive through 50 states and hear 50 flows
Now every city knows the same song
It's just
the truth no acting
Watch my page for that action
Clone me for the traction
You even steal all of my captions
Came in this bitch like Rambo
Ship more bars
out
Uh uh let em' know the real out
I was tryna chill to the deal out
I ain't wanna come in pop off peel out
Get the strap I'm 50 cent
I'm poppin off
Emerald City
Call it Ox Town, trust me, I give you fifty
V necks on a different level
Staple your collar bone, you don't want no bass treble
I feel
Livin' dat, yo what's up black?
Well its my third day home and not a cent to my name
No jobs they claim I'm back in the drug game
I need some money in
young buck'll get that dough
Play Eminem and 50 Cent like they was tic-tac-toe (who?)
Respect they game but shoot one and check they frame
Make sure
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
of cash
Street game roll something depending one deep
Grindin it out but mothafuckers feel decieved
50 feet ain't enough
I need a little more space
Take
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