gat Who out there? I swear, boy, wanna get touched Roll up and catch a slug to the chest, so duck I talk the talk, walk the walk, now nigga Five hundred
my moneys gettin' smoked for change I face left in the round up Pound up The God when the devil wished the cents Blaowed to the essence sinks Deep down
my lunch and sleep for dinner I tried to go to church, priest called me a sinner He called me everything except for a winner I'm walking in the rain wishing
and stop, I'm in traffic Breakin with the deuce-five strap Call me a classic A b.g. bustin caps for stripes But now it's drastic I wish I had a plastic
And you gotta back down, cause the grind don't cease While dudes likes {*edit*} is hard to find in the streets I hustle like the homey Fo-Five, rest
There is a place where darkness reigns. We've got the power to fight back. We save the day. United five as one. We can become more then you know, The
like you're lucky, if it ever change from red to green I was born in an abundance of inherited sadness And .50 cent picture frames bought at a five and
to sail I don't think so what does a wage entail Nine of five slavery or a twenty four seven Most slaves tricked by the promise of a heaven Controlled
five cents On a loosing game Baby, you win again I've been turnin it over and over again Like a stone I'm waitin to wish on
crickets in a sleepy cottonfield As daddy drove our vagon to Virgin But today I'd give a fortune for a twenty five cent meal And I wish I was a country
talking Madness The world spends 780 billion dollars Every year on weapons of war Stop Keep talking, keep talking, keep talking Madness 4.7 million children under the age of five
the girls Watching all the girls, watching all the girls go by It's Saturday and I'm so broke, I couldn't buy a girl a five cent pork Still I'm living
drinkin' At the party big booty pinchin', chillin', like a villain, balloon fillin' Whack MC killin', the fine hoe drillin' with the million dollar talent And the ten cent
Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo G-Unit This rap shit plays a major part of my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right To send a mothafucka
t worry 'bout me - I'm never gonna fit the plan And I'll never work for free" And then he spent some time in a state penitentiary I believe he made ten cents
I will line you Run from me, I will find you Forgot I'm nice, I will remind you [Hook] [50 Cent] One, two, fifty coming for you Three, four, better lock ya door Five
Cent] They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy Fuck that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about [Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
borrowed 26 cents from I wanted to ask what the extra penny was for I needed a quarter for the next two minutes with you He said, "I was makin' a wish
