Songtexte:
Five Cent Wish

ammo than an army Clips that's all extended leave you bended, rear ended SK's be sendin, slugs can't be defended There goes the arrival, chopper spits five

Cent] One-two, 50 coming for you.! Three-four, better lock ya door! Five-six, grab ya crucifix! Seven-eight, don't stay up late! [Outro: 50 Cent] The

flaws you niggas is soft Thry lyrics is false the reason I?m commin to break em off Got to get mine so I?m takin yours Wishin they never did open the

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

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 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 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

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

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