Lyrics:
believe her that's her trade
Sometimes a bottle of perfume,
Flowers and maybe some lace
Men brought Louise ten cent trinkets
Their intentions were
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
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
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
a savior with our ugly face painted on the front
And we let you sing about it entertain us every Sunday
Sing when you’re worshipping sing when you’re
fifty cents you got fifty cents left
Roll next door play a little three on three down the park
You remember
Back in the day, I'm waking up I brush my
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
I know is to show these ??? how it supposed to go
50 Cent
I'll teach ya how to Stunt
The Game
Countdown to Armageddon Motherfucker, Chuck Taylor in
bullshit you was serving it was all purpose
We all chipped in nigga and we all hurting
I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine
When a niggas 25 cent pieces
stuck
Two hundred on the dash in my Lamborghini truck
The bitch chose up on a nigga like me
They call me T boogie, I'm who yo nigga wanna be
No 50 cent
vixen
Abegbope eba nikan lomorogun nte ni kitchen
Ki fifty cent yin puff kole ever po bi diddy
Omo iyami oje ja koma sofun eh pe shorinsin
Otiye theory
mit Eminem
Einer Stufe mit Jada, einer mit 50 Cent
Ich bin der Mann der Manns, der Rapper
Der Rapper
Der Mensch, der durch Beats brettert
Jeden MC
a gymnast when I sip it
I'm a cynic you're a gimmick put you in a clinic
Swanton reshape your face to an ugly image
Hit you in your business when he's
reel em in
And my momma said not trust many men
That's the reason I never trust any men
Hit the store get the bummy for 50 cents
Hit the store get
mad, 'cause you 20 with a BD
Or is that yo ugly BD gave you BV
Or is that you jealous seeing me on TV
I know you see me
I know you see me baby
I know
for the stars, getting wet like the Nile
Said you don't like Drizzy
Got three vinyls with me
Said she's more a fan of big 50
Need to have cents when
don't rock with me then they don't rock with us
Then I was sad, I was bummy
Made some mistakes, she was ugly
Back then I spent all my money
Trust I don't
head lil bitch
niccas don't be worth a dime
for 50 cent you can get murdered, that's a worthless crime
i put it on the line, promise ain't no hurting
chick
Then I go probe
On my judgement day
Imma wear a gold robe
As of right now
I don't need suggestions
I ain't 50 cent hoe
That's too many questions
I
life's an ugly road
I charge that to the game
See how the money grow with interest
Fuck up out my business
Hustlers ambition
Straight from 50 Cent
these hoes are ugly
Man this ice is sunny
I just spent the money
Bitches acting funny
I wrote this verse while I'm taking a shit
I'm sending my shooters
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