Lyrics:
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
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
straight trash
You hearin’ Tory singin’ and rappin’
You pay cash my album bought to drop, nigga
I'ma bout to pop, nigga
How I shoot guns and go platinum off
rapper tryin' to mimic him
And that's what really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
You would never know
A yo
I wanna take this time to introduce my new artist
King Theodore The Banker
The latest signee
To Dumb Rappers Need Teaching Entertainment
a finger on a trigger
Sliding like I'm Silva, K-I-N-G call me Simba
With the pumpy like I'm Pumba, шестерка твоя крыша
Parle vous anglais, no francais, будто
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
to prison I’ll say I’m like youngboy and then say that it make no sense
If many men wanna kill me and they try to shoot me I’ll just say that I’m 50 cent
You
could be whatever you want nigga, we all kings
I had a dream last night, I was rich Porter
Then I had a dream I had a bitch like Kim Porter
Then I had
to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries
I'm the one the Crips despise
Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died
Eulogy by Mary
am not Jerry Springer
Side by side Rihanna
Any way through the window
Black on Black with the Regalia
And my Album dioxin like Tilapia
Cos when my
mit Eminem
Einer Stufe mit Jada, einer mit 50 Cent
Ich bin der Mann der Manns, der Rapper
Der Rapper
Der Mensch, der durch Beats brettert
Jeden MC
King)
So how the hell I'm 'gon lose
To one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema)
You got the number one spot, really think you hot
can
He got a shopping cart full of mad cans
He said he on his way to go cash in
In a good mood, I gave his ass a fifty
Not money, bitch, I gave him a 50
Übernehmen (Apocalyptic)
Stepp' in die Kabine, baller' Silben in den Beat
Um alle Rekorde der Welt mit einer Single zu brechen
Und by the way 'nen Gruß
pioneer paving the way
Eminem, 50 Cent, I've been""Patiently Waitin'""
Now the time finally came to throw my name in ya face
Like BRAP
Wasiu, nigga I'm in
or the single
They just tear it up on Spotify
Fifty million streams but
You're stressing about
Suddenly missing out on some cents, right?
I'll be damn lucky if I
reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping
With a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist
Tell her we in press heaven (Ha
love you)
(I love you)
I woke up out that coma 2001
'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents,
I woke up out that coma 2001
'bout the same time Dre dropped 2001
Three years later the album is done
Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude,
play not today
What the fuck happened to MTV
Why these whack people get to make a cd
I dont know man look at 50 Cent
He dont move his mouth when
I put all my eggs in one basket
And now I’m just scrambling to make sense
I asked one legend to spit 16
Like BB king He said the thrill
No longer
Nein ich bereue nichts, heute ist mein Tag
Fick 50 Cent, ich fühl' mich wie zwei Mark
Ich bin steinhart, wie 'n Rocker
Tut mir Leid Samy, doch die
King)
So how the hell I'm 'gon lose
To one of y'all dudes when the album drop I'm 'gon eat (Nacirema)
You got the number one spot, really think you hot
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