Lyrics:
the problems
She ont care bout smog, she got niggas that solve em
She fly to LAX, wit 29 cents in her checkin
God damn what is this flexin? livin life with no
family or any friends
If Many Men wish death upon 50 Cent
How many people wanna kill you for a dollar then
Hollerin' loud with mids up in the splee
Slide
hands
Hands now soft once rough with soil
Two kinds of love
Two kinds of love
Gets 'em up in the morning
Sees them off to school
Pulls together another
bands to get my family hood
Run up on my block and I'm a touch up on yah hood
Don't put yah foot up in the grass or u gone find whats in the woods
Two
Keep your two cents
It's not worth a dime
I'm done showing people love
Who don't show love for me
Hell I look like cheering for somebody
When that
Left outta there and cried
Look at you emotional
You know you not prepared to die so shut up
I don't need ya two cents
(sense) I need ya ears and eyes
a nigga by
The bitches that you choose
Yeah, I keep my circle tight
But all them motherfuckers loose
Two cups full of Henny for
Some niggas that'll fuck
can dip at two
How the hell did we split in two
Fixing this, yeah, I'm willing to
Lately I been thinking I been sitting by the water
If she love me
heavy for the shit they bringing to the table I ain't ready
My two cents worth 100,000 dollars when I talk they see blue strips and the fetty
I wanna fix
Taken over by the bigoted
Under that soil are peculiar flora
That refuse to be inhibited
A polychromatic array of community
And support is what's
Stackin wylin countin checks
Pop shit mob shit grab da tech
Ruthless
My niggas really do this
Useless
Dont care about yo 2cents
Gang wit me no u
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
Why should I watch Matt Damon cry without her at my side?
I pined as days went by, but now it's fine
‘Cause in the end, we're such close friends
dirt bad, shit I just did me first
Fuck all your hurt, it's law to always put me first
So fuck your 2 cents, add 5s and attend to you first
You still
are fuck?whasup)
2 part Bangshot
I am not in the game
But you know i'm feeling gay
And I just fucked the man
'Cause I'm feeling realy glam
And you know
her line.
I got ghosted by death, but damn the sex felt just fine.
It’s so disgraceful innit how you could pull up so ignant.
I got so much death
the power, surrounded by many men
I'm givin' them fifty cent
Two quarters and after half, we put niggas in the rim
I'm him, you one of them
See me, I'm jus one
five cents, if I win it's fice decades or more
Of a life with a new wife an 2 or 3 kids
My parents want grandkids wiht big heads like mine
Runnin'
Now I got two friends that I can call mine
A little kitty and a girl make up my spine
I was hoping to stay in the right lane
I was hoping to make my own
this shit
Stay close to my pastor every day I repent
Use to blow all my money now I stack every cent
And fuck some new friends I'm still rolling with
Y'all niggas hangin by a thread
Cut off the loose ends
I need me a fuckin M
Don't need no new friends
I need me a fuckin M
Don't need your two cents
defend, or even pretend
I like the trend of this life again
So I fight with my pen to enlighten a friend
Niggaz by my right to spy to my defend
And even
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit.
It was now Mid-August which meant he had
Been separated from Marsha for more than two months.
Two months,
Waldo Jeffers had reached his limit. It was now Mid-August which meant he had
been separated from Marsha for more than two months. Two months,
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