| 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 |