Lyrics:
[50 Cent- CHORUS 2X]
Every hood we go through,
All the gangstas around know my whole crew,
We hold it down like we 'sposed to,
Nigga you could front,
50 Cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
The Memphis niggas is rowdy rowdy
Them
it
If it's jewels you like
You fools gonna fuck around
And lose your life
And I just bruised your wife
Don't get it confused like
Cause we in
around i sing
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got one cigarette
Oh, but two hours of pushin' brooms
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I love it
From
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
cents
I'm a man of means by no means, king of the road
'Cause I'm a king of the road
I'm just a king of the road
King of the road
roll!
At about 50 cents, it just makes sense, to enjoy with milk in your bowl.
It’s the Ce[Real] Deal [Yeah, the Ce[Real] Deal]!
It has Vitamin B –
get your shit back
Either I'm ahead of my time or y'all niggaz behind
Shit I'm gettin' hotter and hotter, when I rhyme
50 Cent, Southside niggaz
put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto.
Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting
50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
baby
Uh, come on y'all
It's still y'all same old dawg
Surviving Sickle Cell like bullets to the jaw
Fifty Cent power, for this shit I should get paid by
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
Sharon seeville
All over people
Sharon seeville's getting her axle replaced
City pavers don't come around here anymore
She says she's got 50 cent got
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
the map now, radar can't even find you
We stay on the grind you slip, we out-grind you
You walk around mad you let your anger blind you
We walk around just
heavy for the shit they bringing to the table I ain't ready
My two cents worth 100,000 dollars when I talk they see blue strips and the fetty
I wanna fix
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
its all bout da cash
So I turned 50 cent to a dollar I got off my ass
But once I got a bag
Everything started changing around me
What happened to Kash
heard them before
Just two broken pieces making something more
I don't mind that you don't like Cherry Pepsi
The way you sing that 50 Cent song is so
Nigga the work a 9 say its 10
Scribble on the check whit a pen
Right now im wearing Dior but you know I rock louie linen
50cent glass jaw
Shoot his chin
to dress , couldn’t sag my regular pants
And gotta kiss they ass if you tryna get a 50 cent advance
And unlike 50 cent, I’m not of many men
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