Lyrics:
as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm
A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles
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
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
A drunken mess full of self loathing and loads of regret
Driving 'cross country from Denver to Tampa, more stupid than I was bold
In an eight hundred dollar
the shines I want it
Give me I want it
Look
I have nada it's hard to find a cent
Even more hard to get fifty cent
But I'm a nigga who get rich or die trying
rent in that crib
8 mile Eminem your bitch
That don't impress this kid
That don't impress me
That don't impress me much
That don't impress me
That don't
though…
1/2 Group / #3 & #4
Ya think?!
Group / ALL
More than 100 years
(though) - b.g.
(Either one person, or break up? TBD)
V5 Lead
but their…
and I've got some place to be by eight
You spin around in circles, cookin' breakfast, runnin' late too
You're stressed out, stretched thin, sometimes it's
alright
But of course I wasn't about to just give up my son
So I did exactly what I thought should be done
I worked my ass off and I saved every cent
I sold
Laden ass per mile and at
Today’s rate of exchange it would
Have amounted to about 1 8th cent per mile?
Which meant that in order to make a profit a
Jack
care. Compton's 50 miles but,
yo, I'm ma get there. Archin my back and on a straight rough. Just like Carl
Lewis I'm bailin' the f**k out. from city
can I do for you
Made eight fifty quickly it was only day two
So I went and paid my dues
Gassed up the whip
Told myself I cannot lose
Had to use
Pari
That's my dream, but it's one I'll never have
100 bands in my hands, killa cam, only fans
Like I'm 50, spelling out broke with cents
When I'm 50
You know what I'm sayin'
I just- that's just how I like to do it, know what I'm sayin' (Dexter)
My real name is Dexter, haha
I got a lot of more
please
He think just cause he got bands that he won me? please
I get money, I get money more than 50 cents
Money bulging way more than yo dick do tents
the light of the December dawn
And by quarter past eight on a Sunday, he was gone
The whole time singing
Oooh, a hundred more miles
A hundred more miles
crena
Nadi, my little shawty
Inna da Hardy
On the way to 50 cent party
She shout out lordie, dordie
and a rap and she a yardie
Gal a protect me like
to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of push broom
Buys a eight by 12 four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no
oath
Fifty-fifty, I split the pardon, they still come ask for more
Just like Ricky, hit me with backshots and left me all on my own
Stood on my ten
Trailers for sale or rent,
Rooms to let, 50 cents,
No phone, no pool, no pets,
Ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom
Buys
care.
Compton's 50 miles but , yo, I'ma get there.
Archin' my back and on a straight rough.
Just like Carl Lewis I'm ballin' the fuck out.
From city
będzie trzeba walki
Zmierzę się z tym jak matka mierzyła mnie od ścianki
Niby zerówka a w bani liceum
W pokoju zegar na nim 50 Cent dla nich był „Fineasz
но со мной Schoolly D
В стакане Ice Cube, пока пью Ice-T
В кармане 50 Cent, я курю West Coast
(И)У меня есть Proof,(B-real) нига, I’m win, you lose.
compromising
When them haters see me, they know that hourglass sliding
I'm moving like Eminem in 8 Mile, I ain't hiding
My mind stays sold on, get rich or die
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