Lyrics:
slavery?
Now I'm doin' LP's for 5cent royalties
Mama can ya save ya son? All these leeches over me
Feel like gathering my duns, gettin' all our guns
the monkey from off my back
15 cents minus 5 is a dime
Sexy young ladies, let's intertwine
Greg N-i-c-e ran it down the line-line
[ VERSE 2: Preacher
(Get funky)
Three, four, three, four, '99
She the new hero 'cause she's so divine
Unaffected by the system, she'd rather die
Than write a rap for
to
where it all started
L O V E tell me what it says
Cruising down the Ave
with my man Take Three
Lookin' fresh
in my drop inevitably
The Funky President was
Flashback, nineteen eighty-two
It's a Saturday, and I'm with my crew
After the cartoons, we're ready to go
Got a five-dollar bill, ready to blow
First off, I gotta tell Draymond you a bitch
This nigga Klay just had five bro I'm fuckin
Pissed
Please give me curry back cause he do not
Miss
Sell
frown
But when I blow up get that fame gone wanna keep me round
Remember when I was 5'6
My niggas walking to the store we couldn't buy shit
I'm talking
I stuff 3 5 in my leaf
Shit so loud like cat pee
Got me running through the bag
Like a track meet
Work hard play hard
Gotta get me
What I shit you
Didn't really make sense, but it was intense
Wanna hear a joke? Okay.
(How was the camping trip last night?)
It was in tents, that was my five cents
Wish I
[INTRO]
Yah
Trill
[CHORUS]
Lil girl on the molly bt she seven
Lil girl in the club bt she eleven
When the P on the V she a maven
I guess her
a good God how could I ever miss
Prophet told me yeah I'm locked down in the five fold ministry
I don't ever miss put some words to a beat
God sending hits
Check one-two, is this on
Alright, alright, alright
What's good y'all, my name is Alyssa Nichols
But these motherfuckers call me Five Cent, you feel
will never do
On a midtown bus at 5pm
He and she begin to fight again
Knees buckle under and heads are tossed
As the bus hit brakes and the words heat
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci
New Jack City servin' Pooky (what?)
Ridin' in a Vert' with a Uzi (skrrt)
Four, five, six, nigga, double up (hold on)
exposure
Chrome heart cross got black range rover (Black!)
Show me where ross is, ops move slower
V12 back yeah that is my stroller (Foreign!)
Hoes wanna
a minute
But girl yeah you caught me by surprise, together we harmonise
Girl you got it in your genes and I ain't talking Levi's, said
I give you love, girl
am I in a dream
If she sold her product on the street probably be name supreme
Fifty cent make two quarters that's five dimes where is she
Women out
Less than 5 grand I make yearly
And a dollar from iTunes I make, barely
Only 30 thousand plays on Spotify, equals 75 cents
Not even a dollar, God, that
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
his daddy name was Blunt (uh)
Got hooked on the stones (uh), rehabbed for a month (uh)
By the time that I was five, my mama was traumatized
'Cause
cents
So now we count by tens
Are you ready to begin
It goes 10, 20 30, 40, 50, 60, 70 80, 90, a dollar
It goes 10, 20, 30 40, 50, 60, 70, 80 90, 2
fascinated by the game
I bugged out
They raised twenty-five cent prices
For my video games
Mortal Kombat time for no contract
Back to the Future no one told
rapper tryin' to mimic him
And that's what really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
You would never know
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