Lyrics:
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
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
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
ducking from yo ops, don't stop at corner stores, let off fifty shots right by that corner store, have you duckin for your top right by that corner store, i
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
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
[00:00.000] Booty Music - 戚爷
[00:01.420] Lyrics by：Git Fresh
[00:02.841] Composed by：Git Fresh
[00:04.302] When it be going like that boom boom
of Kanye West and 50 Cent
Dropping on the same day, couldn't wait for our pay day
Me and my boys had a job, we worked the same place (T-Dot)
Worked for
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
do that
Got a flight in an hour, got my bags all packed
Bring it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 bags pow
Want me to take ya to the club
I was with you
But they don't make a liquor strong enough for me kiss you, nah
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
I don't fuck wit' scurry ass niggas
That ain't got
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
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 love it
From
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
been goin' out my mind, dawg
Uhhh
I'm just gonna keep on spinning ' Y'all gon' see me fuckin' shine, dawg
I'm sippin' on this drink, it got me tipsy
cashman
When the rain pour
Have ya rain coat
Close to being rich 50 cent from being broke
All black gnights I be talking like the pope
All black lil nigga
stars made by cinnamon
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm hated, yes, by many men
She look me dead up in my eyes, baby, do you love
Him, or me (or me)
Not one
do,
I could be 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
eventually ceases to
Be controlled by a fear of what
Life can bring - James Baldwin
For well over a year 50 Cent
Had been working on what
Was meant to be hist
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Oh, but two hours of pushin' them brooms
Buys
gon’ strip 50s on her butt nigga
Smoke in the air we gon’ kidnap him UFO
I be upset when I only hit 1 nigga
Ain’t no new hitta I know I could do better
I
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
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