Lyrics:
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
Trailers 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
Trailers 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
(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men
You lost your common sense for a buck and fifty cents
But full of confidence so high I don't know why
I, I don't know and I don't, I don't care
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
I’ll stand behind this shattered glass
I feel like 50cent
I never worry
Cuz I know somethings are imminent
I guess I gave em what they needed
They ain’t
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,
Had to use the rent for the pack
Had to flip a cent to a stack
Had to do my dance like jack
Had to take a chance while it lasts
Man I had to get this
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
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
never wear a tight pair
‘Why?’
Balls so big they might tear
Yo
All my true friends still kick it with me
I’m a nuisance out the wicked city
I got 2 cents
of chalk
Unless it was some Pinewood art
I grew up bumping 50 Cent
He was shot back in the day
But I’m reliving it
All make believe
Wish I had the battle
whip, act sadiddy
And I feel like 50 cent
Pussy ass nigga on that shit don't make no sense
Brand new tractor I aint even pay no lease, no rent
Brand new
me
I got this bad b moving tipsy
Saying that she loves my cent fifty
In the hood we live so bro bro puts his trust in the violence
Cause if one of us
2 Quarters wit hella Cents, bih I feel like 50
I ain't lookin at the nigga, I'm lookin at his bih I feel like missy
She can't lock me down though,
Got the power like I'm Fifty Cent
Haters getting bent out of shape
Haters sleeping on me
I know that they snooze
Sipping on that Hennessy
I love my
Tipsy lookin like a Gypsy
I got dollars don't make cents change it up like 50
Throw it back, throw it back she threw it like a frisbee
Gone off
see shit coming
They say Colt go stupid at your neck like nooses
Boy I am a nuisance you can't change my two cents
I know half these niggas thought we
God to watch my friends
Cuz i got my enemies
I done shot many men
Feeling like im fifty cent
I aint talking bout no iphone i pull up five percent
to his mouth like a got damn dentist
So Treat me like a dog on a leash in the fence
Cause these N****s tryna buck ain’t worth 50 cent
I’m the type of n***a
Only time you feel what I'm sayin' is when I'm tipsy
Passed you up in life, lil' nigga, I'm in that ten speed
Really scared of heights, but the top is
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