50 Cent - Esham

Bitch, that’s funny

To play the game of death, it cost you fifty cent

Fiddy cent, fifty cent

To play the game of death, it cost you fifty cent

Fiddy cent, fifty cent

To play the game of death, it cost you fifty cent

Fiddy cent, fifty cent

To play the game of death, it cost you fifty cent

Fiddy cent, no clowns allowed

Okay, okay, okay, okay

To have money like me, you best to not pray

And you gotta sell yo soul

And always keep a motherfuckin' devil in control

(Alright) You say I’m not allowed in? (Okay)

I just watched the demons all pile in

Hip hop been Luciferic spirits

It just took you this long to hear it

(Bitch) Fifty cent

That’s what it’ll cost you to pay the rent

(Bitch) Fifty cent

Nobody know where’s your head went

(Bitch) Fifty cent

You put it in the game, now you just ashamed

(Bitch) Fifty cent

You losin', I took down your high score

(Bitch) Now that’s my score

(Bitch) Yeah, got the fly score

Fifty cent

Two quarter, I slaughter

(Bitch) Fifty cent

Put it in the change thang and change thangs

Fifty cent

It’ll only cost you fifty cent