Lyrics:
thirteen cents
A bussel to ship it to Vancouver, fifty-hundred and sixty dollars
Within four years they'll likely be paying twice as much
And within
thirteen cents
A bussel to ship it to Vancouver, fifty-hundred and sixty dollars
Within four years they'll likely be paying twice as much
And within
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
what what
What, what, what what
I'm gonna rock some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm hunting, looking for a come up, this is
by the pierside,
N' here she is folks - the USS Titanic!
She's lined up beside two hundred n' fifty parkin' meters,
N' the Captain's gettin' done
em
We gotta problem Houston, Whitney
Cash not cents but clip hold fifty
Pills in my body but the shit don't hit me
So I pop four mo' till the shit
Pussy niggas I could tell
They wanna know where I been
I been focused on this
I been aiming for the win
I can't fuck with no bitch
I'm just
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
the time I've got some ten-cent cigars
And I smoke 'em one by one
Yeah, I smoke 'em one by one
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight
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
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
the smoke
My spirit is feeling broke
How da fuck I didn't know
I'm just tryna grow
I want all the smoke, I want all the smoke
Make cents in a lot of senseless
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
niggas know I'm the king
This green I smoke we call it dro'
It's deadliest from Memphis Tenn
You see my folk we ain't no joke
Don't turn this into
I could taste it too so I'ma eat it
All of that hate it is just noise I can't even hear it
50 cent I rob you on your birthday
Lose ya future better be
to talk
I could tell he a bitch by the way he walk (Uhuh)
My name ain't Joe don't stalk
I don't want you bitch this all talk
Bad bitch hit my ig
She see I'm
nice taper.
I rap how I think I act and I act how I wanna rap?
That makes less cents/sense than this verse after 1000 playbacks.
People say hey you need
want no smoke
No, y'all niggas don't put no hours, but
I know I got that power
No Kanye West No 50 cent
I swear she got that power
No bulletproof gun
got the nine like fifty cent
You use the wrong tone you get stomped out by many men
Always ready to brawl Controlled Chaos is raw
All I do is spit facts
he haw, he
Well, how much, how much? 75 cents
This bitch you gon' do all that under what?
(60)
Let off 10 now I'm riding with 50
(Brddddd)
Spot my Vick 9 times like 50 cent
(Bow bow bow)
Just me and my pistol don't ride with many men
My young
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
entirely
Honestly
I'm just so tired of feeling this way it be so constantly
Why do you feel your opinions bother me
I love how you put in your two cents
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