Lyrics:
99 cents
Bag it, poppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments
Passing up on those moccasins someone else has been walking in
Bummy
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
spit
They don't Curtis see me rich, wouldn't give me 50 cent…Just like 50 Cent
Two quarters thats just halftime
Niggas need bout 2 more quarters just
lock that ain't locked
When no one's around
I sing
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got
'bout that!
Want to tell that D's yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha 5th in ya mouth
Jack! 50 Cent!
I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout
It! - I'm
fifty-cent lovin round here
No use tryin', I won't change my mind
You've been cheatin' honey I'm not blind
I'm not half the fool you took me for
No surprise I
to fumble
Got dreams of being at home
And not worrying bout stashing my phone
Look
Right now I weight one forty eight
I'm underweight
I'm five nine and I'm
cookin' I'm Chef-Boyar-50
I get my hands on that paper, y'all need to fuck wit' me, bitch
Who want the dice, pray the outcome's nice
like seven
reached out to you and told you what I've been through
Hook
50 Cent & Mary J.:
50 Cent:
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie
is bent
Count up every cent
You want money
It get honey
Don't get bitchy
That's suspicious
I wanna do what I wanna do
But ma's rent don't get paid by
[Intro: N.O.R.E.]
Yeah niggas, yeah
Uhhh, that's what I'm talkin 'bout right here niggas
That's what I'm talkin 'bout right here Gotti
This what
been goin' through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol
50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts
I got the neck for 'bout a hour, told
it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit
that bitch, then pulled off with her friend (skrrt)
"How he get that?" Shh, just know we got it in (brrt)
Gave my partner fifty cent, he shot many men
[50 Cent Intro]
Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it,
Smile (Ha, ha)â?¦Lloyd
Chinatown Plug he is the shit
He hit my flip he talm bout it's my bitch
Put some work in Florida I am no Seminole
50 turned double I'm a smooth criminal
They
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
give it to ‘em, give it to ‘em
(Give it to ‘em, give it to ‘em, give it to ‘em, give it to ‘em)
50 Cent got that shit that made them “girls go wild,
Ass on her fucking self i produce
Consume a lot of cash by my fucking self
All that bush that me and scooter flip
We need a fucking belt
They think I’m
Tryin' to pay the rent
After Dollars, no cents
From Chev's to Bents
From cheddar to cheese
N**** tryin' to pay the rent
I'm a hustler,
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I
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