Lyrics:
The day you left, I wonder where you went
And I am the man, like 50 cent
I love her freshest hair, like a peppermint
M.I.A
M.I.A
M.I.A
Baby, why don't you
I’ve been sippin
On some Bombay
Cuz life gives me lemons
Pink lemonade
And the pink's for the women
That be thinking that I’m 50 cent
Cuz we be Effen
Ooh
Intro: (50 Cent)
(Two street kids now men, its sad it had to end this way, But before i go into that...lets start from the begining....)
Intro: (50
at the zoo, cause the trenches had grabbed me
50 cents for chips, 2 for a dollar, break a bag, not stingy
She got a cute face, I compliment, bet I be in her
50 Cent West Coast Interview Clip
The fuck you thought?
I was one of them? Yeah
Imma tell you like 50 told me in 03
I don't know what you done heard
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
Cent
Then praise Him even more when them commas hit boy
space, the game like a tour bus
I won't break, I just take, take and take
Rape and rape, the game til there's no more cake
Snitch ass niggaz givin' up
it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
Sweat, sweat boy, sweat, you owe me two more swings
I was born for driven steel
Well John
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
I'm gonna drive her til she leaves the rail
For I'm eight hours late by that Western Mail"
Casey Jones, I'm gonna drive her
Casey Jones, til she
50 cent
I ain’t even worth a cent but I’m heaven sent
I’m hellbent on getting it on
By the bar I see a black blonde
(As I approach)
Hello ma’am, you
Badmath, badmath, badmath
Eight plus seven plus six is, Jack Black.
Badmath, badmath, badmath
Forty four pesos? Por que?
Badmath, badmath, badmath
Nine more
said what I meant
I grew up on Michael Jackson and 50 Cent
As a young boy listenin' to Many Men
I did let myself go, but never again
Yeah, I can stay
How did this happen?
Or more specifically
Please use the next
18 minutes or so
To describe
In a single rambling rant
And in the
Most confusing way
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring
exams. She
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immediately told the lady that her dream was to help people by treating them as doctor.
When the lady heard this, she was really
three more hundred miles to go
And well I just dropped in to have a cup of coffee friend
Yeah I just dropped in to have a cup of coffee friend
Don't
and you ain't even sneeze
Vienna sausages, noodles, ain't no Micky D's
Get 50 cent, hit the corner store for them hot Cheetos and the chili cheese
Ice cream
Walkman
And I started walking and nodding
And bobbing my head along to 50 cent
He was poppin
Back when he dropped
Get Rich or Die Tryin
I felt so gangster
Yeah! Anotha Dogg House production
My nigga Meech roll it
Wussup We movin' solo for the 9-9, 9-8, ya heard me?
Too many flees, too many bustaz
till 5, blowin' dank
An still tryin to make a dollar outta fifteen cents
Got the Cutlass full of coffee for no evidence
It's a drought but I got ice
Didn't ask for cent
Not a little bit
I ain't even sweat
When you wanted shit
Food up on the table
I provided it
Made it 50/50
I divided it
Asking for
IT ALL FOUR
GIVE EM FOUR MORE
THATS HOW NIGGAS GET ATE BY THE .44
ADD IT UP
WHEN IT COME TO MATH
MONEY BE COMING FAST
THESE NIGGAS MOVE SLOW
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