Lyrics:
Not mesmerized by everything I got
Although Its great
I started figuring the more I get
The more they take
Gave out more then I kept for myself
Ain’t
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
English selling Russian, American foreign power
Everyone prospers at twenty cents an hour
Half a billion dollars in sales headed to Alung
Eight K property, Gucci I don't sag
Geeked on the perc and the
Xan so I might crash
Twenty-eight K for the cookie gas bag
We get 'em in by the trashbag
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 pushing broom
Buys
like the bubbles in thirty one thousand
Two hundred and sixty four bottles of beer
Sacrilegious music programmed by the keepers of our fears
It was in
like a goal
You'll be what I'm Headed for
I can tell you more
Do you have plans tonight
Shit I'll pick up round 8 girl
@7 do yo make up
Good morning text
on one percent wild for night many men want to take my soul like 50 cent
I got 35's on my feet
Yea I got more drip Yea I screet
I live In the desert but I
ain't never seen blood stick to 8 Mile
Aye we smokin' on that Reggie, not not Mill nigga
You ain't never shot dots in the field nigga
You ain't never been
in '09
I ain't slowed up or hit the brake since
I could make a hunnid out of eight cents
I could make a city out of eight tints
Bad bitch in my ride,
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
Flip a quarter 50 cent
Money at a checkpoint
Transform to bitcoin
Endless supply no endpoint
See all this money standpoint
Turn a 8th to a Q
Half
nighttime blazing
There's no better feeling or a scene to replace it
Different time, past age outer space man
V8 redline blastoff no brakestand
And I'm off
to the rear
I told em who the hell I was and they open the clear
You niggas should of help mystikal instead of the bear
This 50 cent in my pocket came from
options
Scared of what I might find
Scared to make the wrong move
I just need the right sign
Bet my last 50 cent I'd get rich or die trying
I can see it in
by 11 bout 400 briccas
Hop on the freeway
Throw that 50 cent in yeah
Make that shit look good
Ashley from the wood yeah
Rental from Abdul
Swear that
Ahaha yeah
I miss the good old days
Riding around listen ta Luda
Listening to Redman
Rapping bout buddha
Eminem and Dr. Dre
Snoop and Errybody
50 Cent was
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