Lyrics:
to the depot.
Just a few more miles to go,
Then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away.
And the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
give her more than 50 cent
Asked her body count she said many many many men
Different flavors, different colors like some M&M's
Nigga fuck yo battle rap,
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
was like Eminem off of eight mile
In your shitty house writing rap songs
I use to run in niggas
House with the mac drawn
I guess you only need one mic
I got nine more times when I'm above
Before I'm staying fine
Before I really fly
Silly billy can't move hilly
Seconds go by
He's moving like fifty
Herbert William Clutter
He was only forty-eight
On November fifteenth of fifty-nine
That was the date
He was not the richest farmer
But he was one
plenty
Taco Bell
Dollar eight
Now my plates worth fifty
Key chain three hundred
Loui V on the dash
Fell in love with details ever since I got the bag
I’d
debt
Sefa
Let me get this senorita
Ivan Dr8ko
Nice to meet ya
Girl you a baddie
I fuck with you heavy
Put nine in a opp
Have them thinking they fifty
I'm
Eight years old, couple cane poles sittin' down by the creek
Lines in the water watchin' those bobbers, seein' that red sun sink
Mama's
A hundred fifty miles as the crow flies, then I'm with you
Yeah, I'm a little drunk, but is it okay if I kiss you?
We promised not to say a word, but darling
to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them."
8) "Never whine. Whining lets a brute know that a victim is in the neighborhood."
9) "Be certain
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go
50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt
The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
again
and pull another left hand
fifty shots to win
i can't lose its impossible
plus i got a chopper fifty shots about to droppin' you
i be 'bout
things hold 50 each mothafucka
Yeah, Hot Spitta, yeah
Yeah, niggas know the lil’ dog
Bouncin’ in the big ‘Lac
No I’m not Lil Scrappy, but
I gotta lil’
West back along the line
I'm going now to the place that's best that old hometown of mine
Chorus Eight more miles and Louisville will come into my
around with my .380 looking for Shady
If I catch him at the shelter, I'ma pull his file
Chop his head off, and bury his body across 8 mile
(Daddy-X)
We
and
Amputated his shootin' arm
Now that's a stretch, Ab-Soul
Like the fifty-mile strip when
I'm pimpin' these hoes
Call me Dolemite, no, I take that back
I wish
flanked by dollar signs
Cos You're all motherfuckers
I've got a mansion, keys to the city
They're calling my name
I won't cool my jets cos I'm 8 miles high
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
King of the Road
(Roger Miller)
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to left fifty cents
No phone, no poolm no pets
I ain't got
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about
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
for twenty+ years
Thats a new record
You deserve every
Penny made off this record
The way you work 3 jobs
Drove us 50 miles
To private schools
Out
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