Lyrics:
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
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
stripped-down Model A
At Harold's Super Service, we do grease jobs
We fix fifty, sixty flats every day
And just about the time we get real busy
Here comes this
nothing they can get the fuck from round
Give an inch they take a mile them two cents start adding up
Giving they opinion no facts to back it up
Now they
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
todavía son erráticos
Wisin y yandel!
The warriors jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
envy
You say you got money nigga really
I bring them racks in by the plenty
You broke as fuck don't got a penny
Don't need yo two cents
You wasn't
fifty-fifty chance we make it
Ayy, we never say "Goodbye", no "See you 'round", no "See you later"
Ayy, this Chicago, when you leave, we say be safe here
some rank to come round here)
Bitch I'm spotless when I'm styling you can't tell me I clean up very well
They think I'm charming when I'm in Snow White
ho
Round and round, baby, round we go
And I ain't here to taste the poom poom for hours
I'm here to make your poom poom hours
In the shower, in
kids ears and nesting
"Testing attention please"
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance,
Barrelhouse all night long
Don'tcha wanna go down to Barrelhouse Joe's
Well, come on!
He's got Jack on ice and fifty cent schooners of beer
He's got red hot
ten cents /
Flying over seas baby girl wana see /what a Nigga really git how a Nigga really be /riding round with the /v riding round with the 4/ know
Police lyrics
Intro:
Is that the police?
is that the police behind me nigga?
ah haa..
yeah it is,
""i'm gonna call 5.0""
1st Chorus:
Police on ma
I'm 50 Cent
I'm riding round in the drop top
Wit a hundred rounds
In the pop pop
You running round in a crop top
Tryna get a follow for ya Instagram
I'm
of the land
Gon' lose my mind if I'm gone in a can
I ain't gon' show remorse for a pussy nigga man
Turn your life into a movie, put it on demand
Give 50 cent
you must be from out of town (Must be)
'Cause everybody 'round here know that Wop don't fuck around
You was rich back then, but I'm rich right now
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
open-air, Tokyo to Delaware
Put your phones in the air if you wanna be rocked
You know I want way more than I already got
Give me a song with Eminem and 50
Ion give a fuck about a bitch
Squad on go
Can't trust no hoe
Only ride if the bitch gon' get me cents
No, these hoes don't make no sense
Fuck what
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
heavy for the shit they bringing to the table I ain't ready
My two cents worth 100,000 dollars when I talk they see blue strips and the fetty
I wanna fix
Pastor sitting by your bedside, reading you psalms
I told you 50/50 was pissed, now just leave him alone
[Hook - 8x]
I feel like life is so unfair
(I feel
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