Lyrics:
Jones is a pimp I got bitches on track
Send a hoe out on a mission, tell 'em break 'em, bring it back
Got a house in Hawaii, 'bout to, 'bout to buy
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
hoes want chicken feed
Ain't none of these hoes worth 50 cents
So break these ladies all you pimps
Never have this much fun anywhere, to go back home, I
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
I'm a man
buys an
Eight by twelve four bedroom, I'm a
A man of mean by no means
King of the road
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no
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 pushin' broom
Buys
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 pushin' broom
Buys
laughing
They high from sniffing coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson
City lights spark a New York night
Rossi and Martini sipping, Sergio Tacchini
they need you for?
Riding in the Chevy toting three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G shit
This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for
Got my tooly cocked
Let the 50 cal dig her down
Niggas know I pay a few bills
Your work stepped on, I got my vest on
Mufuckas already knowing what it
on these niggas, I'm litty
I get the cents like 50
Yeah I got cents like 50
Swervin' in my brand new coupe
Bitch this what I do
Ballin' on these fuck niggas
Pressure never made me flinch
Bulletproof, 50 cent style
I don't need a clique
Pressure never made me flinch
I look to the sky as I'm taking my
co chceš, píčo? (co chceš, píčo?) Být tebou nic neříkám (ne)
Cigánský 50 Cent (more), nevím, co přijde zítra
My máme brácho vitamín, tebe se to netýká
Whoa! 50 Cent g-Unit! yeah!
You want beef wit me take a
Number and get in line
You want pairs with me I pop
Ya top off with the nine
You mad at me?
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
an eight by 12 four-bit room
I'm a man of means, by no means
King of the road
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, 50 cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I
ain't good for trial
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's
Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach
[50 Cent]
Nigga this Boo-Boo
But
move
You tryna take me off a song that got you the most views
Got mad love for you, though, your label, they confused
They spent fifty on my feature,
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the prone
I keep a big old nigga beater heater
It's in the trunk of my
and Dame
Niggas don’t know I stay flexin’ on ya dame
And that bitch gave me the ass
She gave me the brain
Until 50 cent run up and take your chain
He ain’t
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
pick up fifty
And fuck that coward, girl, you need a real nigga
Off top knick-a-boxers hurtin shit
Bend over hoe; show me what you workin with!
a hundred G's, I had me blockin' out of jail sentence
I'm recognized by the illest of individuals
Killers and criminals, even willies that's really into
a hundred G's, I had me blockin out of jail sentence
I'm recognized by the illest of individuals
Killers and criminals, even willies that's really into
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