Lyrics:
goals
He’s a skit man talk about jokes
don’t have exs man I have hoes
Ain’t playing games ain’t no tic tac toe
Time going by like tic tic
Down
50 Cent:
I don't know what u heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms u can't see
That I'm a motherfucking
Ya hate me cause I I'm nice up on the mic
I'm twice the size of rice
My flow keepin em' right
Brain dead you need cents like 50
Cause you won't truly
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
just words no more, is it?
It's a different ball game, you call names and you ain't just rappin'
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from
just words no more, is it?
It's a different ball game, you call names and you ain't just rappin'
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
50
Da clip hold more than 50 sueeze it untill it's empty
She fucks me until it's empty
Then walk me to the kitchen
Then french kiss me__
I'm finger
I'm in Hollywood came from Kingston Food
Shorties standing in the streets with tools
Where I'm from we don't play no games
Ain't no April fools, you
If these niggas be outside trust they gettin' hit
Keep it 100 with u pop your ass for 50 cent
I'm tryna shake up on da game remember 50 cent
All
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope
I ain't shooting my brother
Because I know that the government pray
That we get locked up so like 50 cent
I can not fuck with the game
If you're
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
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
these Hoes
50 Cent, Young Buck, HAHA
We trying to fuck with these Hoes
Aww man, we known internationally right now
We overseas nigga, In Dubland, Ireland
the Cartier to Wale
Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover
Told Warner Brothers that the game's over
For me to move forward from here on I need 50
I ain't talking
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
-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
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
Super hero
Clark kent
Feel like 03
50 cent
I done gave more
Then I spent
Let me vent
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
"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
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