Lyrics:
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
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
going to
Bring us messages of grief
The Military and the Monetary
Were shielded by January and
Went storming into February
Brought us pot bellied
breakthrough
Pages and pages days and night of texts
Travelling 50 miles just to see her in the flesh
Now the constant daily reminder of nothing that I can do
my rhymes
I'm feeling it, Killing it, breaking it
Like niggz are breaking up like 50cent and Lloyd Bank
A lot of money now in the bank too
Chilling
rope.
That didn't make sense.
I found fifty cents.
Picture laying on the ground,
so now I'm gonna pound my fist into this wall.
Ouch! I really do like
was a thot i was hitting for fun aint doing no loving
You not the police why the fucc is you cuffin
Cross by my day one aint doin no trusting
Just like
money by Monday ain't got no time for waiting
Puttin down like 50 cent I been power trippin maybe
These hoe ass niggas be selling dreams
Had the same
FFTTT YEA BEEH
YEA
AYE chasing after bread
After bread nigga
Chasing after bread
Don't neva chase a bitch
Think I'm 50 cent bitch i'm hated on by
lady
Still can't tell if you hate me baby
You tell me what I wanna hear baby
You ruin shit, you turn to me and blame me
I don't need your fifty cents
was a looker
Thought only daddy was worth having
Was a daddy of sugar
So she believed in many men
Like 50 Cent
Went to grandma to vent
But she keep
to the candy shop I got 50cents
Stick up
Wonder what they think Of
See the bigger picture
Copy like a printer
Yeah I bet you know for the record though
They gone
keep a lil Uzi
I keep a 50 inside of my clip
If he talking that shit knock some cents in his head
I'm just a lil bit shaky I ain't in da club
Cuz I know
Distracted by the drugas
The most high
From tokyo to beaumont
I know i
Had the light my whole life
Was scared to let that ho shine
Went from pay him no
making columns bitch
I ain't even playin Booga almost went and bought a bitch
Same toilet different day but it's a lot of shit
She a bad shawty hiding her
rich or Die trying he was discussing it
He ain't have 50 Cent but he had a fucking vest
We not suppose to question God then who we question God
All
handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
Much to my dismay
When I wake up in the morning
No one by my side
Nowhere left to hide
I thought, music was enough
I could fill the empty
paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent
They said, "if you was white, should be all right"
"If you was brown, stick around"
If these niggas be outside trust they gettin' hit
Keep it 100 with u pop your ass for 50 cent
I'm tryna shake up on da game remember 50 cent
All
They am' shit, plan shit, destroy evidence
Fuck a case, I'm not comin' home when I'm fifty six
Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks
fifty cents you got fifty cents left
Roll next door play a little three on three down the park
You remember
Back in the day, I'm waking up I brush my
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