Lyrics:
a dollar 50 cent
Believe in dreams
Believe in dreams
Spent a lil check
Told me I was next
Going off a jet
I don't even flex
Spent a lil change for the dream
best believe that
You better tell 'em, mama
Mama, you better tell 'em how I'm rockin'
Mom
Mama, you better tell 'em how I'm rockin'
If you find a fifty
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
that sauce
So asseblief, please pause
Let the beat breathe dawg
I've got moves you wouldn't believe
If this was Ripley's dawg
Hope it makes cents like 50
dmx 50cent Jayz lilbaby daBaby olamide Reminisce 2baba wizzy
Awon orin toh ma'n mu mi
Realize am not limited to Where I am..
Anywhere tan ba pe
Da 9
You
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
You Knuckle up or drop the coins My slimes will fold ya
Jolt ya folgers fold the paper roll it
Fifty cent's a quarter, make it work Black metal in ya
or the one you buy
But I'm the one I bet you cant get your mind off
No matter how hard you try
I'm better than all the guys that are running inside
niggas)
Do it, do it, do it
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovah
Outlaw 'til it's over,
niggas)
Do it, do it, do it
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovah
Outlaw 'til it's over,
got some more in store
When I get through throwin' it on you
You've got to come back for more
Boys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't
know it takes three balls to juggle
50 cents of humor's worth
When and how did I become my mother
Am I getting on your nerves?
Lets just not talk
know it takes three balls to juggle
50 cents of humor's worth
When and how did I become my mother
Am I getting on your nerves?
Lets just not talk
rappe so wie 50 Cent
Nate Dogg singt für dich, alles ist okay (how, wow-wow)
Das ist dein Lovesong, Baby, drück Play
Ich mach' deinen Alltag Hollywood,
it will be a good show
I'm like 50 Cent cause everything I do hurts many men
Either me or you,who the hell are you thinking you can do better than me
smoking
Motherfuckers done come from high crime areas view the police as a threat
And that's some shit you betta not forget
Eazy E's the name feared by
yourself, cheap in Texas if you can drive past
Besides that, nigga current or make five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By
in my room
Mmm, mmm, black snake crawlin' in my room
Some pretty mama better come and get this black snake soon
Ohh-oh, that must have been a bed
wanders
Fifty cents rent goes pretty far
when you live in a subway car
One stop's the same as another
Even Son of Sam sees her sleeping,
she's not
recorded produced an mixed an mastered by myself
So shut the fuck up, I'll be the one to set the tone
Not spending a fuckin cent, an doing it all on my own
though I’m high all the time
With fifty cent to my name as I’m patiently waiting
Spark up a flame only just a little bit till I’m faded
Waking up another
dreaded
Come with a drake and you
Leaving the other way
Voiding these limits buy
The pound we lifting
Smoking some shit and this bitch
Throwing 50 hold up
heads who hated 90s rap
It's always after that 93ish time in fact
And mine was pretty much, when 50 Cent did In Da Club
Paved way for your Little Wayne's
sucked out your mum’s punani
You look like you’ve got cancer
So clashing me is not the answer
So you're better of going back
To the strip club
Carry
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