Lyrics:
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Oh, but two hours of pushin' them brooms
Buys
whipped, this shit is ridiculous
Shoutout to 50 Cent, man (let the Bandplay)
Huh?
Say you a gangster, but you ain't never shot nothin'
How you
cause I'm on mine
Really don't be lying
Really I been shining
I stayed patient I know any time I could blow
Cuz that's on me
Member days when Cents
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
as a light tan
With plastic faces and rubber hands
Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
How dare you call the Gods in vain
Not
went, I could feel that on my backside
I said, oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
They would grab me by the hand
And you start taking off like
a lot smarter
By being a self-starter
By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter
And every day while slaves were being slaughtered
game on my back
Might stand tall like Shaq
Platinum plaques on my backboards like pressure I went through
Use my intellect I don't get used by intellect
He was just an old country doctor
In a little country town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
Though we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
had to be goose neck
Disrespect get chin checked
And you know you gone get wet
With the super soaker
As we ride by
Dem was the livest days of our
about how they did me
Yeah
Everybody 'cept for Boosie, 50 Cent and Dave Chapelle
Ain't none of them niggas I helped get 'em Billboard helped me out
He was the druglord of East
Oakland who made twenty
To thirty thousands dollars a
Day selling narcotics
In a slum "He cool, he real cool i
Like
this paid
Let alone all this fame
I was just inspired by the shit that Jody played
I'm talking 50 cent talking Shady talking Jay
This the shit I used
head
I feel like 50 cent I'm wanted dead by many men
The gun cocked and one shot just missed my head
The next shot I then hopped that one hit the bed
shit on the streets
then the bitch go down to their knees
I take my inspiration from 50 Cent
you now what I´m say
Is hard to think of my past
all
making up my own bed this week one dollar
For going to the store fifty cents
And playing with little brother while you went shopping twenty five cents
nigga we did we went and we got
We did it alone by ourselves
Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him
Know now for wealth
Stood our
I was digging in them couches trynna scrape up 50 cents
Had good intents
You see houses, I see licks
All I was some chips
Just me and my woes
I don't
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
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
all night
50 gees by the end of every day
Been working for a month so the nigga had to papes
He started big sixing cuz he thought he had it made
be with some lil fools and no
They don't play by the rules
You better hide your boo before she
End up on this cruise
I be with some lil fools and no
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