Lyrics:
What you really mean?
When you told me that night we were sinking
We're going fifty-eight on seventeen
It doesn't feel right I can't stop thinking
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
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
Line size
I done used eight up
Out of nine lives
I don't need 50 cent
I got five dimes
That'll cook clean
Look mean
Dust off prints
Might have fuck Joe
eva gotta spend a cent
I hid fifty thou
In da wall
I got me a brick
In da vent
Den I took da profit
Straight to Johnny
Not Dang nigga
U know I be buying
Trailers 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 war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
from manny huh
Gally on the kitamine (Yeah)
They not innocent
Many man like 50 cent
On the pills and medicine
My drink taste magnificent
Pour it up
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I
D.J Holiday, gyeah!
Bricks!
All-white bricks
Off-white bricks
Light-tan bricks
Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks
Balling like a bitch with all
that supposed to bleed , on an 8 mile mission with Cypress and O.G.'s
[Chorus]
West back along the line
I'm going now to the place that's best that old hometown of mine
Eight more miles and Louisville will come into my view
through with the 22
#23 -I'm the Jumpman
For 24 hours I've been drunk, man
25 cents used to get you a phone call
Ran 26 miles and I kicked
Through a stone
mean 50s
Stay plugged in then I throw in midis
Lyrics in my brain thrown in quickly
Second by second quota up with ease
Roll, write up blaze like a drive
on the floor
He can get more if he want more is he fosho is he fosho
My love is inexistent for you pussy ass hoes
Gotta' run up fifty M's i don't want nothing
D.J Holiday, gyeah!
Bricks!
All-white bricks
Off-white bricks
Light-tan bricks
Just hit a lick for 50 more bricks
Balling like a bitch with all
morel more, more
With a rebel yell, more, more, more, more, more, more
I'll walk the world, with you babe, eight thousand miles, with you
I'd dry your
told him im hot on fire a young nigga blazing
I told my lil bro to roll up a fat backwood this a special occasion
50 cent patiently waiting i told these
eventually ceases to
Be controlled by a fear of what
Life can bring - James Baldwin
For well over a year 50 Cent
Had been working on what
Was meant to be hist
to door, hand to hand, no Jehovah
Played the cards I dealt myself, money flushed sumn like Poker
Yeah 2 chains cool, I'ma need 8 more chokers
If she give
Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charlie B 'More to deep throat (yea)
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
I love the burners, the money, the bunnies, I
just so we can get some Ciroc
Ate Corn Flakes, no Fruity Pebbles and Pops
Got chased by the stray dogs when I fled though the block
Bought a 50-cent
cents
So now we count by tens
Are you ready to begin
It goes 10, 20 30, 40, 50, 60, 70 80, 90, a dollar
It goes 10, 20, 30 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 90, 2
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