Lyrics:
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 pushin' broom
Buys
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
an eight by 12 four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I
February 20, 2014
50 Cent announced today that he has signed an
Exclusive worldwide distribution and services
Agreement with Caroline capitol
UMG
bill?
Well the time went by and he did his best and all could see he did not jest.
He practiced calling bids both night and day
Till his pappy found
back
We don't bet no lil shit We bet big bag
Ain't no internet shit Really into dat
Come gamble with us get a big bag
Roll da dice You can get fifty cent
car
Blowing horns like Miles Davis
At the pearly gate, God let me in
Give me a room by Aaliyah with ESPN
I know I got more sins than two lesbians
Been
It's been a fifty-hour week and countin'
Another two hundred miles on the old wide jeep and countin'
Got a hole in the roof and a hole in the sink
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
line staring at me
Oklahoma city's just a m-m-m-m-memory
Forth Worth, Dallas, I roll on by
Waco Texas less than 50 miles
Clear the roads, I'm
Feel it in the soul
Dime bitch
Up and down the pole
Cold antarctic froze
Fine bitch
Dime bitch
Bustin' bands
Watch the stacks unfold
She a 50 cent
50 in your head and bitch there's no more head
Diamonds on my wrist, icin' out Patek
Don't even check the bag, I'm on a private jet
Raging waters
Donegal, Tyrone & Derry
Their numbers were few but they did the job of many
Eight weeks went by and the path was clear
Fifty-seven men had all
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Oh, but two hours of pushin' them brooms
Buys
do one more game of counting by fives on our fingers
This is a long one, keep going
Get set, ready, go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50, 55,
Hey, grandma
Yeah, I'm still out makin' my Uber runs
I'll be home soon
I just got one more pick up, kinda close to 8 Mile
Okay, okay, love you
rap was crap
And wouldn't be around
Any longer than two years
But eight years later
I'm still here
Fully paid
Because the rhymes I made
Made dollars
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm
station in Jamaica
Queens zach Fink Ny1 50 cent:
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50
Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want
man!
I don't condone but I empathize
Coz in my hood I done seen it with my own eyes
One opportunity one shot like 8 mile
So Here's my Chuck taylors let
one day down the line he'd be my first influence
Uh yeah next came 50 Cent and G-Unit
That's when I fell in love with music
Nothing's been the same I've
That's why you gotta watch your friends you
Got to watch me they conniving, shit
The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent
try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between
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