Lyrics:
to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room"
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 an eight by twelve four-bit
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
crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jokes (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
and then four, top ten on the Forbes, Top ten on the boards, I'ma win it in four
I'ma win it by 30, fuck up the game nigga lose by 50
Fuck up my name, never
money due
I spent everything fuckin' with you, oh
They said you win some, you win some you lose
All I got is rent money due
Fucking with you
I just
them up in a pot
Its Big and some pac n you mix em up and you got, juggernaughts of this rap shit, like it or not
(50 Cent verse)
I got a gambling
friends
The sex will never end, that way everybody wins
[Chamillionaire]
Their dorms their college, their brains share knowledge
I tip toe through
drink you know we bout to win yea
40 Cent a piece gotta get the lease ay
I don't know what it means better get to study yea
Aim towards study get it going
down, Jhene Aiko
Gotta keep Glock in the fanny, nigga, you not finna ham me, huh
Put a body on a ratchet, I feel like Dr. Miami
Niggas tryna ride my
When it comes to gettin' money bitch we can't stop
Stackin' up the one's time to flip another drop
20's with the 50's with the 100's on the top
We
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
you gon' win against
Do this shit for hours
All night all day not a minute man
I'm many men and many men
Wish death upon me
No 50 cent
I don't think
lil' bae
I get the chips like Lays, and I gotta spray
Leave yo visitors may
You know what's up wit' me
'Cause I'm droppin' 50
It don't make cents like
teaching me/
[50]
So explain to me/
Like when I’m coming up, niggaz is like “yo who wit em”/
Like “who he wit?”/
Me nigga/
I’m by myself, I do what I wanna
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
que el está al lado mío (aha)
Por eso soy un sobreviviente (yeah)
W (It's 50)
50 Cent (aha)
Ferrari F50
Multimillo Records
Yo represento al barrio,
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
Got 50 cent for my many men
I Pour a 4 in the back of a mini van
I Pour a 4 in the back of a mini van
Got 50 cent for my mother fucking many men
They
V1 Lead
So, what’s the upshot from all this discovery?
Recovery, of facts we thought we’d never see…
…( it) paints a different picture of (U.S.)
The Hustle don't stop, Hustle don't quit
Got a "Hustlers Ambition", like, 50 Cent
Want the, "Finer Things", in this, life I live
So I'll, grind til I
of the day it hit my pocket
Anyway and if u try that shit u will get hit in the face
I gotta get to that money
I gotta get to da money
Counting the fifty's
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