Lyrics:
is the price of coal
In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia
Late in the year of fifty-eight
Day still comes and the sun still shines
But it's dark
miles come back 2.2, or 5.6, or 7.9, or 10.7
If he comes back and I see 4.8 and a half of a mile,
That means he came from Keisha's house,
He rode
to go
Yea
So away
Thoughts
Gone
Last plane uh huh
More to go
Yea
So away
Thoughts
Gone
He keep the lee's with the rays
He's like charlie
He's bout 8 miles
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
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
four and sixty four makes a hundred and twenty eight
A hundred and twenty eight divided by three
Let me pause for reflection for a second
But
man
I run up on you, "man and all", I ain't no minute man
A G-4 headin' straight for Switzerland
Or independent 8-Mile down to Michigan
She so sit
fifty bucks
If you no say nothing, I can give you sucky-sucky
If you give me more money, I give you do something lucky
Yup, just a normal day, on my
I got styles
STYLES!
get it honney tell inning to winning
run miles and miles to the speaker
super-propelicker it's the Sound of the Zeekers
OH!
-twelve two-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
[Chorus:]
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No cars, no pool, no
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phones no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing brooms buys
young as a weighty fucker
Two hands on a weighty brucker
Mum know I'm gonna be late for supper
Bro tryna rev it in eights, you nutter
That's fifties
don't know
(I don't know, I don't know)
And she looking real nice
Now I'm caught in a bluff
I be looking through the menu
More than 50 bucks?
(Probably
a instrument
Down in East Nashville crack heads looking for a whole fix
He high he housekeeping do anything to get more of
My OG shown me how you make $50k in
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 check on your ho, brrt, brrt
Chinchilla draggin' on the floor, brrt, brrt
And we gettin' that bread by the load, brrrt
More Pucci for this raw sushi
me up, I need 8 miles, no Mekhi Phifer
That's big talk from a little boy with a pacifier and a shitty diaper
That's fan shit
They wanna fuck with
and the living
50 homicides and we ain't even seen the Summer, nigga
More than a hundred twenty in the year of 2020
Shit made record books
While I listened to them
way to decide if you'd rather make it or die
Try'na break rich hustlin' for my 8 cent
Clayton Hystwise sucker clown we all we got
In my mind where
Warren to Eight Mile out in Southfield with my cougar
I know how it feels to be clueless after watching a fox two news clip
Ain't no bad mood after
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
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