Lyrics:
Much to my dismay
When I wake up in the morning
No one by my side
Nowhere left to hide
I thought, music was enough
I could fill the empty
around
I sing, trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
50 racks on me 120 in this car
By the bar by the bar ho I'm by the bar
Iced out dog tags Presidential R
Trailer 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 pushing broom
Buys
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
Got a good view on my left, no economic couse we in a jet
I ain't lyin', wanna bet?
I was dreaming of layin' in bed, uh
Kissing a shawty and I ran
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go
50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt
The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
blotting weed
Clear for everyone to see, but no-one gives a D,
'Cause this is everyday life.
Fuck the police
It's a ghetto state of mind,
'Cept where
pioneer paving the way
Eminem, 50 Cent, I've been""Patiently Waitin'""
Now the time finally came to throw my name in ya face
Like BRAP
Wasiu, nigga I'm in
sick
Many men want see me fall, dawg I feel like 50 Cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
of the street
No surrender, no retreat, my niggas rollin' with heat (woo)
You'll know my stees, I spark trees, under palm trees
Feel a breeze, and fees, in
'm '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
known in the city
Yea bitch I'm known in the city
Lately I'm feeling like 50
Many men wanna form up against me
No weapon formed up against me
Shall
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
moving backward, only moving forward
Looking for my love well I say you getting warmer
Do that lil' dance, my baby a performer
Need 50 cent, will you be my
ignorant just like 50 Cent with his post
Niggas posting all online
So when you slide you under arrest
That nigga corny he a bitch
That nigga telling on his
dicky, dicky (Bang)
Call me cent how I'm stacking up these fifty's fifty's (Ay, ay)
We big like Giza
Call me pussy pleaser (Pleaser) (Giza)
I am evil
Shoot
You do not make any sense
You do not make any sense
You are not paying the rent
I'm making dollars you don't make any cents
You do not make any
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then come with me
the brakes on this lamb, need some maintenance quick
I just pushed 20k in trans off of fifty cent
I ain't scared to take no risks
Get up off your dick
I been
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
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