Lyrics:
,
(50 cent)
Niggas still mad they sissy,
Before I leave out I'm clutching my strap and telling this lil hoe to kiss me,
(Mwah)
Bitches saying they love me
Fuck a co-sign bitch I'm co-signed by the trenches
Real ties in this shit
Bitch don't even touch that blick if you ain't drummin'
I kill for you, you
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Drizzy, B.B.L. Drizzy
You're the one with fake abs
You should drop and give me 50
D-d-drop and give me 50 (bitch)
Drop and give me 50 (ooh)
Drop and give me
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
momma, she don't have to work no mo'
I pay the bills by the flow from the studio
And I was out in the game by old players and G's
Hollerin 50
Earl ]
I'm the P-r-e-a-c-h-e-r, uh
Preacher Earl and I'm considered a superstar
Pick up the microphone and I proceed to rock 'n roll
By the time I
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
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
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
Hasn't it ever occured of
Stand on your own two, please
I never heard of
By the window in the bathroom
That one did it got a dress like a brother
Then both
history of hip-hop
From way way back
(His martha gupa's?) Hip-Hop Father
Charlie Ahern Wild Style
And 50 Cent's Fifty and More
I used to read this to my
50-something
But he acts 20-something reminds me
Of an old Mafia guy
Then there's Coach! The guy that
Likes guys you know
It had to be one of those but
He can
the money in the world
I got Big Dreams, on god yeah I'm gonna be a superstar
See me on the TV
See me as I win awards
Gonna be the Greatest
Have the money,
the sky
(Bitch) my oldhead made a fifty
He can't read or write (Iced Up Records)
Had to earn my respect, fuck who showin' love
Got more money every nigga in
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
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
men, get rich or die like I'm 50 Cent
Remember when life was the simplest, back when I didn't have fifty cent
Sober now, I'm takin' Yoga classes
I'm
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should
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
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
doch bin Bulletproof wie Fifity (50Cent)
Wir gehn' hoch, Hoe ja believe me (Safe, safe)
Lila Scheine Baby, Purple Rain (Lila, yah)
Bin verlinkt wie die
I roll my blunt up like cubano/
A Young Mexicano with 50 cent as my idol/
I’m trying to get richer until I turn to Lionel/
Drive undercover in
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