Lyrics:
Trailers for sale or rent,
Rooms to let 50 cents,
No phone, no pool, no pets,
Ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing 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
dippin'
Un-forgiven by so many men who wish to 50 Cent him
Talkin' bout how is he still shittin'?
Thought by now he would be empty
All this power in my
yeah, they ain't nothin' like him
My main bitch think I'm a pimp 'cause all these hoes be on my dick (yeah)
These hoes ain't worth fifty cent (no, these
Something special, unforgettable,
50 Cent (cent), Justin (tin), Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)
She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
[50 Cent]
Yeah, this somethin special ya'know, somethin epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you
to hear some grown folks music, I'm not knocking hip-hop, it's cool
It's just that in our case there's a time and place for 50 cent and Ja-Rule
Verse :
cents in shit they supposed to be
They quick to tell it all that's why I'm dolo in the v
DUMMY this a million dollar spot but you would never see
DUMMY
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
the parks
A lot of shit I say go over heads that's why I'm on your top
Like
Came from 50 cent like Cain and drew a cake a piece
Imma pinch you if you lacking
give her more than 50 cent
Asked her body count she said many many many men
Different flavors, different colors like some M&M's
Nigga fuck yo battle rap,
pull up I'm killing the red op (Bang)
Then I threw the money on the dash
Listen, I had a quarter, flipped it
50 cent waters (Tell em)
I just been
shawty hop up in da whip
She say I roll like 50 Cent and I ain't got a power trip
I'm still wildin' out in my fitted cap
You can find me where da millions
this 50 Cent ain't cuttin' it I'm like a prophet with a staff and I get profit with my staff you know I get up on these tracks with a loco motive I keep
the time I've got some ten-cent cigars
And I smoke 'em one by one
Yeah, I smoke 'em one by one
like Curtis
Call me 50 Cent now
Chucking up them deuces to them the other girls
Ciao
Staying for the night
Turned to three days a week
Bringing lunch
S-T-Double E-Z oooh
They say you are what you smoke
Bitch I'm OG
All I do is count this money up and stay lowkey
Keep my eyes wide open bitch I get
me and bro, we was in the store
And both of us got 50 cent cakes
Blow this stick like clarinets
I work this bitch like Kelpy G
My dog trappin',
Abracadabra watch I pop out with a hundred racks
This ghetto music fifty niggas but a hundred straps
Ghettopoly roll the dice and end up in a trap
Don't
even when
Sanctions off And I'm down to 50 Cent and I'm Patiently Waiting for Free Smoke like
Drake I'll just vape it off
Shit that was like
50 Cent neither nigga, haha
I came back a rich nigga
Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter
They want me face down on the pavement
Gang members
Yeah Yeah Cassidy and I ain't
In no mutha fucking gang but I'm a mutha
Fucking gangster real rap
I'mma G boy get smoke by P boy
Coke by the key boy
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
stop it
Who it be, the boy slick P
Clean muscle car runnin' wit da big feet
Blowin' my smoke, throwin' up the fo's
You can tell by da gear that
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