Lyrics:
God put them in
Father Son Spirit I got plenty friends
This is not fifty cent (No) We got many men
(Yeah) Bring the lions out take them out the den
got Benjamin's
Toxic niggas for the win
I'm not liked by many man
Feeling like I'm 50 cent
Member having 50 cents
Hundreds made off flipping it
Enough
at the zoo, cause the trenches had grabbed me
50 cents for chips, 2 for a dollar, break a bag, not stingy
She got a cute face, I compliment, bet I be in her
roll!
At about 50 cents, it just makes sense, to enjoy with milk in your bowl.
It’s the Ce[Real] Deal [Yeah, the Ce[Real] Deal]!
It has Vitamin B –
you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All you do window shop
I seen you in da club
Or the candy shop
Ask many men for 50 cent
All
Bad bitch she Latina
Off the cocajina
50 On my visa
Forgein fast just like a cheetah
Doing 80 out the dealer
Smoke you like some reefer
Choppa Queen
Obsessed, she's a mess
But she's one of god's best
Invigorated with self hate
Banging inside her chest
Drowning in her emotions
Triggered by
handled homey checks Like a banking eagle
Knew the insides of tax laws And hiding yo dough
Cause my homie kept Increasing every cent in his Flow
He could
50 Cent West Coast Interview Clip
The fuck you thought?
I was one of them? Yeah
Imma tell you like 50 told me in 03
I don't know what you done heard
Cent
By the time your new recording is all complete
Odds are fifty-fifty, it's obsolete
Now there's a half-pint dude with a saxophone
Blowin'
Of what's inside my head that's like free rent
My brand named cereal should be called
Chock full o regrets
Half a dollar like I'm fifty cents
Please don't
I fuck her one time I don't see her again
I pull out the strap if I see you again
I'm off the wock got me dreaming again
Got me dreaming again
I fuck
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
Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto.
Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting
50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool to carry metal
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
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
Buys
that's a big black bug,
Got your 50 cent fortune tucked under your rug.
You got your zoot suit body bag ready to blast off.
I'm in a milk crate by your
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
beneath the new pa-paya tree
We'll send your papa fifty-cent cigar
'Cause he's a proud pa-paya grand-pa-pa!
Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue
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
I'm dreaming
Two-fifty for a shot
Keep em going don't stop
Let em take it to the top
They gon' take it 'til they drop
Two-fifty for a shot
Keep em going
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
Trailers for sale of rent
Rooms to let 50 cents, now
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Now two hours of shoving broom
But
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