Lyrics:
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
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
on and on
On and on, on and on, on and on, on and on, on and on
I had a dream I seen my name on the gravel stone
And read here lies a G followed by a poem
I
dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone
or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but two hours of pushing broom
Buys an eight by twelve
you look at my life it ain't pg there boy
You ain't sh acting like you on tv there boy
I've been getting too lit without ccs there boy
Call her 50 cent
MAFIA, nuff said
Niggas disrespect just I dead
Just I dead
MC's will turn red from the shot I lick
Ceaser sick
Too much shagging, too much drinking
Too
I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I'm playing,
His fire
was put out and his maiden-devouring license revoked. Maiden devouring out
of season is punishable by a term of not less than 50 or more than
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
The deals been done buh I haven't seen my cut since then
Bruh you mad or you deaf
When I said I can smoke your pop for my 50 cents
Man so lyrical
Mystical
bangers
Uber ride ima fix her retainers
Scuba dive nigga ice is like glaciers
He get high nigga act like a stranger
Too much pride like i’m dame
that blicky rip
You ain't go get rich or die trying like fifty cent
I'm sticky fingers with the money yea every cent
I ain't gon say shit you the type
Gotta slide I seen niggas die way too many times
I done lied I done made her cry way too many times
Jammy on the beat boy
Gotta slide I seen niggas
don't wanna hear the truth, unless I lie to them, make it sound fly to them
I tried to offer some help, but I can't offer too much of that when I kinda
them sucka wanna hate put ?em in timeout
I get that cake and you'll soon find out
If you ever cross me you'll get crossed out
I seen it before ain't
be sendin' me no paragraph
That shit too much to read (shit too much to see)
Christian Dior pullover, but my heart on my sleeve (wear it in my arms)
man come shop with me
I'm well connected
Bitch i'm the plug
Come get with the team
Ima turn yo ass up
I show too much love
They take it for granted
Fuck
a nine for when it get heavy
When the reaper came his eyes straight dilated
I ain’t gon be the one to blame when he get annihilated
I seen too much that’s
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
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
Witnessed too much shit, ever seen a dead man
Pour wock by the 3, nigga I'm a dead man
No I'm not from the clan need my blue bucks man
She's a square til' get
when I'm pimpin'
Impotent you niggas get me sick, wanna be soundin' like
You knowin' my arithmetic, but we don't sound alike
50 Cent with
come I'm still stressed an' even though the squad's glistenin'?
Why You had to take Pun, someone so young?
Had so much more to live for, as real as they
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