Lyrics:
basement tapes
Beyond them dollars and cents
Changing of the guards spent
Now where the hell the majors went?
Most of their time out of mind
Hating my
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
an eight by 12 four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I
biddies
Homie slide through and i only charge em 50
Yeah, I might just go blow some O's
I just feel that right to my dome
All this time that I spent alone
to me
I even believe I had one of those 25 cent stickers on my refrigerator
Right next to Darth Vader
And Darth must've put a hex on him for later
I
Line by line, time after time
Mind's runnin' constant so it's hard to find
A stable thing that I won't make a mess
What can I say, it's just
good someday, yeah
Remember having fifty cent to my name
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We were sitting on the couch watching He Got Game
My
finally said somethin
Usually she would get scared and wouldn't say nothin
Days that went by, she had to cry, wonder why did it happen to me
Day
spent
Where the--went
Most of their time out of mind
Hatin my mess age rhymes
Can't truss it, shut em down call it whatcha wanna
But they made a day fit
kushin' and every day comes nothin
But stockin with sushi
It's cool you flip birds
Don't bring that shit around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard
plans, and it really hurts
Every time I go fishin' it'd always start me wishin'
That I could be a child again
Take my 50 cents and go down to the local
Solitaire from scratch was out the womb by myself
Had a couple friends i can't tell where they went
Alone living hell found my way back to heaven
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down
Step by step, heart to heart, left, right, left
We all fall down like toy
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
and by Lord by and by
There's a better home a-waiting
In the sky Lord in the sky
I was standing by my window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw
the f*cking smoke away
The moon doth shine as bright as a day
Inner feelings, this shit hurt in more than a way
Our hands, our hands must just edd away
You're
Can
I started makin' dollars then it started makin' cents
I used to share my room with the roaches and the rats
My lil' cousin Paul and my uncle, Po'
in if you ain't let my mans in
Fraternal twins how we moving in tandem
Might have to get clips niggas been acting
I went to school then I started
fifty thousand just to walk through
Remember way back when I twist you like a corkscrew
I can still taste that pussy on my fingers I went swimming and I
everyone went their own way
We were better just like that, like cocaine in the eighties
I've been thinking about the past and it dawned on me lately
That my
yeah
He died and paid the rent
Yeah twelve for the sons of Israel
To raise them by two but then
Watch so many fall to evil
Over paying ten per cent
Man
to lose my mind
Two of the ritas, I'm in a bind
(Ahh) I think I'm three wavy
End of the day
By the time I see bae
I see bout three ladies
I think i see
me
I wanna make some money, just let them leave
Those seven class days Man, I can't think straight for
50 damn minutes (50 what? 50 what?)
50 damn
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