government and the press, them motherfuckers want me out For runnin' my own shit, niggas sellin' their company Like the slaves sold their souls to 30 cents break bread Don't you know 15
50 CENT: G G G G G-Unit. 50 Cent nigga Tony Yayo (yeah) (Drop That Shit) Yeah and it don't stop, I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block Yeah and it
(get the cash) [D-Shot:] My daddy didn't give a shit, I had to struggle and strive to make a motherfuckin' grip And every dollar and 15 cents, I gave
the money that he makes Sellin' crack viles like pancakes To baseheads just like the one That's sittin by the window starvin' for a fix He spent his last 80 cents
took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a muthafucka Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He
me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds
133rd block, where them Westside piru niggas birds pop, and the crips ain't far way you got nothing block gray streets in the PJ's when niggas 15 years
get it, Gucci voice on it then the hood gon' feel it (x 2) Verse 2: That 645 he leasin' it, In Icy video wearin cheesy shit, 3 cents off a
they look at me, my heart begins to float. Then it starts a-rockin' like a motorboat. Oooh-oooh, I never knew any boy like you....15 cents, please.
stop now I've gotta keep movin', show me the way to St. Louis Show me the way Step up to me, you city kids I'll shine your shoes for 15 cents I'll fix
Burning your fiddle that?s an easy job If you set the twilight reeling I?ve got 15 cents is that alright with you? No, you didn?t want that, bad And
young nigga like me profits dead presidents still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents dead presidents still trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
the sound of money when I come to a stop, what's a proud beat without 15 pennies, get it 15 pennies, trust me man 15 friendly, I'm the type to hang ya 15
, 15 cents, and added the 15 to 85, you'd get 100, right? 'Cause 5 X 20 is 100. Everybody got to be hid! It's 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30, 35, 40, 45, 50, 55
how I live in the sunshine [Verse 1: Bun B] Man, day-in day-out it's the same old same I'm tryin to make a dollar out of 15 cents main A little purp
que je n'srais pas decu, non, car ca me stresse que quelque chose vienne gacher mon summertime (X15) Le ciel est bleu ou plutot gris bleu Si on voyageait plus ce serait moins horrible A cent
ja das Zeug ist der Teufel, Ich bin am sniffen weil mich Freunde enttauschen, Hab viel geblickt , sah dem Tod in die Augen, Ging bis 15 in die Schule