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After the Fact (Magazine) · Fiction and Fact (Beast) · Blufunk Is a Fact! [Bonus Track] (Keziah Jones) · Fact & Fiction (Aphasia) · Cold Fact (Rodriguez) · The Glad Fact (Dirty Projectors) · Cold Fact/Coming from Reality (Rodriguez) · Rumours Carry More Weight Than Fact: The Best of Cock Sparrer (Cock Sparrer) · Fact (Fact) · Were It Not for the Fact (Paul Alexander) – and 90 other albums »


Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
Yeah, Shady (Woo!)
Ha ha, 50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT
(Here we go again, yeah)
Uh huh, ha ha ha
Does it make you mad, when I switch my flow
You
do until you climax
You can go straight to sleep after its all over
In the mornin' roll over and we can start over

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Yeah I
[50 Cent and Eminem]
Yeah... Shady
Haha (Wooo)
50 Cent... GgGgG G Unit
Haha (Here we go again)
Yeah Uh huh (Haha)

[50 Cent]
Does it make you
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, be
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] see, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett]
(50 Cent-talking over beat)
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
One per cent interest stand up with glee

Soul contamination spreads the germs of finance
Making weak minds think this is what they want
Power facts
[50 Cent and Eminem]
Yeah... Shady
Haha (Wooo)
50 Cent... GgGgG G Unit
Haha (Here we go again)
Yeah Uh huh (Haha)

[50 Cent]
Does it make you
[50 Cent]

Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

[Young Buc]

Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
high, hands up high

[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
we got to let 'em know
Here's a letter to the New York Post
The worst piece of paper on the east coast
Matter of fact the whole state's forty cents
[Madd Rapper]
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin?

[50 Cent]
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-see,
told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 could even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking
dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under
Smoking like we some
know?

They, they talking that
That gangsta shit
They ain't about that
Man, matter of fact
Hand me my strap
Show me where they at
I'll stop 'em from
and don't know who to blame

A nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"
So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me
I'm waiting,
Yo yo
I need no introduction everybody
Heard of 50 Cent and heard of G-Unit
I'm not high tech and I'm not qualy
You see me in the club
You
[Madd Rapper]
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin?

[50 Cent]
R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-see,
So we rob and steal, so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry n****?

I'll catch P and Silk The Shocker right after
high, hands up high

[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
high, hands up high

[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
Artist: DJ Envy f/ G-Unit (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks)
Album:  Blok Party Vol. 1
Song:   What Goes Around
Typed by: x2pacalypsehalx@hotmail.com *

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Now, listen... 
My paycheck after taxes barely pays the rent 
I do the town on Friday, by Tuesday, it's all spent. 
Two bucks an hour, this job ain't
Don't Blend, I
I Got 50 Cents
With No Residence
But I'm Still Pimping

[Dwele:] Ooooh Look At That Line
[Guy 1:] Damn, Man I ain't Bout To Stand In This