Lyrics:
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
Vollprofi bist
Denken Hoes, sie dürfen biten und dann Gold holen damit
Seid ihr stolz auf mich?
Ich rede von Sun-Diego-Level
Ob ihr wollt oder nicht
I'm so lonesome I could cry.
King of the Road
(Roger Miller)
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to left fifty cents
No phone, no poolm no pets
I ain't got
family good some days, yeah
Remember havin' 50 cent to my name for lunch
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We was sittin' on the couch watchin' He
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
through by servin y'all
And only cause my man heard of y'all
Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all
[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodles
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
I got my chrome wit' me
Back in the day, I wanted to bone Chilli
My crib private, can't take you home wit' me
Racks? I done blown fifty , copped
on the weed, fifty on the drink
Fool, I'm coming down, fuck what these hoes think
I wish I could come down, but you know I can't
'Cause I'm leaning off
I feed my hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend. Now Come On!
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl,
and when we speak they listen
Well nigga you asked we look and we laugh
Depleted 50% of that mission right in that hand
[All the way]
[Verse 3: Layzie]
Now
sound
Yeah 20, 50, 100's, need it all in my account
For anybody hating still, you is a clown
Let's get one thing straight
I ignore hate
As time moves on I
Blue hundreds what i'm getting, ain't no 50s, imma rich G yeah
Bust down its a wrist ting, it be glistening like its pissing yeah
My old bitch said
buss it
Bad hoes in the city got them on the roster these hoes acting bougie
I treat them like nothing
Fifty for a 3.5 everything in the trap be exotic
RT you good bro
IceMelodies
One two three four niggas out here move like hoes
Five six seven eight it's paper out for me to make
Nine ten eleven fuck
shit like B.I.G.
Parked six figures in the lot
Got four more at the crib
My unit g's like 50
MDMG Committee
Dance on hoes like I'm Diddy
I'm a king in my
First check, i went to Gucci store and
Laced me to the head for my mama
Took a fifty out and dumped it on my bed
We run these racks up, nigga
They
but your stupid ass got hit with clamps
Who the fuck is you nigga?
You ain't getting no fucking dap
Got the glocks by two nigga bitch you know I stay
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I
Gave you my two cents, ain't got money babe
I'll take you somewhere fun and tell you something funny
Something funny, babe
When I open my eyes
Oh,
I'll give you a mouthful
You be a breath of fresh air like incense
And I just want a little bit, word to 50 Cent
But if you're down with all them
off, give a shit about her
I'ma kill 50 hoes, daily by the hour
Killin' all these bitches, man they call me Jack the Ripper
Bitch talking shit, so I
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