Lyrics:
bullshit you was serving it was all purpose
We all chipped in nigga and we all hurting
I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine
When a niggas 25 cent pieces
Eighty-nine cents in the ash tray
Half empty bottle of Gatorade rolling in the floorboard
That dirty Braves cap on the dash
Dog tags hanging from
Face ya fear, it makes you feel better
Twist and turn, you live you learn that nothing lasts forever
But I get a good feeling
On cloud 9, get
shit, it was ninety-nine cents (bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else has been
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
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go
50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt
The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
/bitch pls just believe me/running up gone get hit /all my niggas come equip with 9millies/ and da switch kit 50 shots get your wig split/best believe Ima
shit, it was ninety-nine cents (bag it)
Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins someone else has been
fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I
family good some days, yeah
Remember havin' 50 cent to my name for lunch
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We was sittin' on the couch watchin' He
Qu'du bénef
J'suis l'Milan
T'es Marseille
J'suis triste quand
J'fais pas d'zeille
J'finesse ta pute comme 50cent
I did it by myself without no help
(yeah)
Yeah, don't make me hit you with that bow
Help, I've fallen, I can't get up
I live in dark, get rich or die tryin'
Like 50 Cent, minute man
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
At 3:47, more than one hundred and fifty rounds of ammunition
Were fired into your apartment
Which was about two hundred yards away
A few moments
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one
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
I didn't do that shit, I probably have superpowers by now
Cuz im so cold, im so pure man
The clouds be talking to me man
But the fear be holding me
See me in them (lights,)
See me in them (clouds,)
See me riding (high,)
See me blowing (loud,)
See me every(where,)
I'm in every (city,)
I'm
Knoxville-obnoxious
Please, be cautious
8-9-10 cuidado!
Catch my drift 20:20? Ultimatum
You always fail by the ones who made them
The ones who paid them
Poker face; all
head on cloud nine
And I'm chilly chill even
When it's hot outside
Rode to the studio rather blasted
I spit like a dragon that'll
Leave a fan
and a nickel
Cause her and that nonsense (nine cents) back again
You scared of lil ole me but it's just me my paper and pen (Oo Oo Oo)
They say that legend
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