Lyrics:
man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a juks, bitch
Motherfucker teamwork, work hard nigga
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
me and the Devil gon' dance
Fuck you and yours
Make way I'm comin' through the door
And screw the law, breakin' the rules ain't nothin' new at all
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
feet, do my dance like it's Happy Feet
Cruisin' in a Jag, put in sport mode and watch it speed
Hit the fuckin' brakes on the turn like I'm Paul Walker
New
Something special, unforgettable,
50 Cent (cent), Justin (tin), Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)
She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
dance
Get em in a trance
Yea im bout my finance so
Bitch, I gotta run up them bandz
Got the dead presidents
But you just got cents
Ho you just got no
dance when it go off (Aye aye)
Play this shit agin when it go
Ima hit the gram with like 50 bands in a rubber band im a show off (Haaa)
Run up on my mans
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
I flash the merch
You gon think it's 50 Cent cause it's a Massacre
Roll with me if you're ready to party
We gon make a dance floor of the hotel lobby
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
KEMUSAN (Subject 3 Let Me Dance)
Written By Qwes Kross
Chorus:
Spinnin Al night watch me spinnin it around watch me spinnit around watch me touch
[Intro]
[Answering Machine]
Monday, ten fifty-three A.M.
[Voice on phone]
JD, it's me, Bree
Call me, babe
Havin' all them parties, us cats down here
Hasn't it ever occured of
Stand on your own two, please
I never heard of
By the window in the bathroom
That one did it got a dress like a brother
Then both
without ya girl
And the dance floor ain't nothin' without ya girl
You a show stopper, whoa
Lets get it poppin', whoa
Gucci
Rose by fifty
Uh Now she
ramen noodles only
Fifty cent a piece
She know I'm a savage, get some head
Then I say peace (Peace out)
Nigga, we tryna own our shit
What the fuck's
history of hip-hop
From way way back
(His martha gupa's?) Hip-Hop Father
Charlie Ahern Wild Style
And 50 Cent's Fifty and More
I used to read this to my
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
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
men, get rich or die like I'm 50 Cent
Remember when life was the simplest, back when I didn't have fifty cent
Sober now, I'm takin' Yoga classes
I'm
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
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
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