Lyrics:
(50 Cent)
I hate when bitches act like they too good for a nigga (yea)
Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a nigga
In the club givin niggas
your head, give your ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas known for the money they make
Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake
[50 Cent - Hook]
The boss
twerkin'?
I ain't gon' lie
I really can't stand that bitch
That's a bad representation
For these bitches
I don't know why the fuck they promote that
I think
as the street lights
G-Unit nigga
{*random shout outs*}
(50 cent and G-Unit)
We can't get Money selling weed...WE GON SELL COKE
Ain't no money sellin'
and 50 Cent trick
Bring 'em in (kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in (kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in, you ain't freakin', we ain't speaking, bitch
Bring 'em in
but ain't worth half the cake
Have me runnin' from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes
They want to knock me take for Christ sakes
50 Cent, let's see if
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x)
That's what's up
(50 Cent)
Keep thinkin I'm candy
ain't nuttin sweet about me
Nigaas talkin in
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
Nigga, hahaha (oh)
Yeah (yeah)
Here we go again (it's Shady, haha)
Shady Records mixtape (50 Cent)
The Invasion (G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit)
Part Two
Yeah
It's Shady, ha ha (woo)
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha)
Here we go again
Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha)
Does it make you mad when I
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
Maybach no roof in the ceiling
When I take em to the crib all the bad bitches with it
Ech, pimpin
I got fifty hoes on my dick ain't that some shit
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news
Tray pound's in
see me win, and they ain't seen me since
They don't Curtis see me rich, wouldn't give me 50 cent
Show no courtesy with these sticks, we let them bitches
it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it's bad news
Trey pound's
know, bump my shit
Bitch!
We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and BIG, my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie your nigga, 50 your nigga
than these bitches
And I'm just so sick of this shit, it's ridiculous
Middle finger to the feds, (?) all day
Take her out to eat then I make a bitch
think she poppin' (yeah)
Ay, and I keep a cock for a thick bitch
Beat around the bush, I keep a mop for a misfit
Hello?
Bro
I am 50 Cent, I am 50
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