Lyrics:
these rap niggas
I'm just havin fun with it
50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat
I gotta half a mil deal with no diploma
Ice so blind it give your ass glaucoma
Its
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
money Broke niggas can't get fifty cent from me
Play wit in da pussy I play wit Da digital
Plays on da way Gotta pay individual
Paving da way Parking
this bitch
Call me your majesty
U want problems lots of drama
And some tragedies
That's what we casualties
We gotta fake nigga allergy
I stays up in my
replacement, nah
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix
I'm signed to the Doctor I ain't got no patience
So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face
ridin' on 10s fuckin' on twinny twins
Thought she was a dime, caught her 50 cents fuckin' many men
I'll shoot it up in less than 60 seconds I'm the minute
a drum major on the fifty yard line
I just did a hand stand on the beat (On the beat)
Yea my name two three no Jordan, I'm really important
Gotta closet
for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by
it baby to really be it
You gotta shoot past the stars baby to really reach it
You got me really saying..
I'm magnificent,
Won't change, hmm 50 cent
with you brother and your best friend too
Sit on the porch and drink some more beer
I don't need your fifty-cent lovin' round here
round here [x5]
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
touch me
Me. That cost 50 cents
Whatever I still got plenty left
I'm in the zone. Danger. Twilight. Name it
Heart rate rise while climb in the rankings
up
A mocha drink would work just fine
Cause Chucky's gotta get a tune-up
Gotta get his 50 hours in this month
I don't want to be mean, I don't mean
mean, I ran ahead a little bit so the team could eat
Now I gotta kick it down, so I'm a let the homies get some (let's go)
Chorus
Coulda been the man
the future
You lose, I win
You lose, I win
You lose, I win
I've seen every outcome it's just
You lose, I win
You lose, I win
You lose, I win
I've seen every
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent I never had me no many man
Scoob aint just talking I hop out the mini van
Used
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
shawty hop up in da whip
She say I roll like 50 Cent and I ain't got a power trip
I'm still wildin' out in my fitted cap
You can find me where da millions
know you are too my brother
Fruit smoothie for the win
Now I'm up 50
Getting to the chicken
Baby are you comin wit me
Call the full court press
Now I
it's mine
F*** it, I'm fine
Feel like my ribs touchin my spine
I gotta win, I wanna win, I need to win
I'm bout to lose it GOD
Sittin there indulgin in
yeah)
50 Cent, too much Henny, man, I'm bent, I'm outta here
I got places to go, got people to see (yeah)
The penitentiary ain't the place for me
yeah)
50 Cent, too much Henny, man, I'm bent, I'm outta here
I got places to go, got people to see (yeah)
The penitentiary ain't the place for me
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
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