This is a song about "50"

And then send that bitch 50 yards like a kicker,

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Motherfuckers, every time i see the paper

50, thousand volts you're gunna save for later.

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Candy shop 50 cents in my pocket gimme it

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I only got this 50 dollar check that needs cashing

Optimism - wishin' make you too content

Your micheal jackson and i'm 50 cent

Thinking of having a quick trip three, split me 50/50, lift me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

You based your life off of 50's shit

I'mma sign that work and release that

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

Say you make "tons" of doe 50 or so hell no