Lyrics:
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
Sell shares
this
A Billion more hits, trillion more clicks
Moredern day gangsters
Robbing the industry
50 cent mentality
Fourth grade arguments
And toddler tantrums
and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be false
and Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
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
DeVilles
Start it from roots and build
Til we hit the roof and chill
Lately I've been busy
I ain't got no time to sleep
8 miles and running
I can't catch
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(yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man
NIGHT GOAT:
She was my way da bed and i could run my teeth.
It's more like hundred mile nol and know mor men but you can make my teeth growl.
but I can't forget
When i was asking for them dollars it was barely 50 cent
Names on the list
But I ain’t owe you shit
Never did favors
It leads
His fire
was put out and his maiden-devouring license revoked. Maiden devouring out
of season is punishable by a term of not less than 50 or more than
of the rich man
I've been living this poor – well
I guess for
Forever, and I bet I will forever more
Barely eking by
Seeking out the dollar stores
For
smoke ask me if I was rappin
Spit fire the type that's trained by Dragons
Best believe ninja this is a Game of Thrones
Travel and Touch-down more than Pat
I'm sittin' in the Coupe with a nigga
Just ran up thirty more strips, bitch
Count the money by myself (I got it)
I don't need help with them bands
and when we speak they listen
Well nigga you asked we look and we laugh
Depleted 50% of that mission right in that hand
[All the way]
[Verse 3: Layzie]
Now
thirty-five years doin'
Some kinda work you absolutely hated
Spent seven thousand eight hundred and
Fifty-three minutes blinkin' your eyes
And added
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
even when she drunk off the tonic gin
Wastin fifty cents in the phone, it took two calls
After conversation, blue balls
Lookin for a way to release this
mind quickly creates
Its always, Saint, why dont you give me a break, I've been dying for a feature?
I'm worth more than 50k
I know my views dont match
Ich komm nach dem Late-Night Cagefight rein
Das is' "8-Mile 2", Bitch
Geh mir aus'm Weg, ich will Stage-diven
Ihr wollt FAV sein, ich will FAV sein
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