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Albums:

All Samples Cleared! (Biz Markie) · Cleared for Take Off (Jefferson Airplane) · Cleared for Take Off (Jefferson Airplane) · 10 Cent Wings (Jonatha Brooke) · Nah Go Change (One Cent) (Demarco) · Love is Blue/Cent Mille Chansons (Paul Mauriat) · Vorrei Incontrarti Fra Cent'anni (Ron) · 50 Cent Is the Future (G-Unit) · Tribute to 50 Cent (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Quarter Moon in a Ten Cent Town [Bonus Tracks] (Emmylou Harris) – and 90 other albums »


places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if
Here comes that guy in his stripped down Model A

And he says, ?Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my
(Chorus- Banks) 
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) 

(50 Cent-between Banks) 
G-Unit nigga that's what's up
feet had passed us by
Make up the time, we have to try
Motionless, and revived
Up above, a blinding light
Once again, a different route
Give us
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass

[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fucking with ~5-0~ it's all starting to make sense
My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she
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
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fucking with ~5-0~ it's all starting to make sense
My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she
the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
the Devil planted fear inside the black babies
Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy
Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts
Fast from
got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!

Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went
got? Yeh-o, magnificence!!

Luther King and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went
Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride
And if I gotta die rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died
Now I'm going back to Cali with my
if you try me for my Air Max 95s
Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride
And if I gotta die rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game

Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fuckin' with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense
My
Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil

You can be true, you can be false
and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil

You can be true, you can be
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game

Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fuckin' with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense
My
for my Air Max 95's
Told Banks when I met him I'mma ride
And if I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm
this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol' song
Now the bee's keep flyin by me,
I'm on that piff, that pody, that shit,
Smokin like vladi, spendin dough from the 90's,
Shinin p nony in the liming,
to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fucking with ~5-0~ it's all starting to make sense
My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she
Livin' dat, yo what's up black?
Well its my third day home and not a cent to my name
No jobs they claim I'm back in the drug game
I need some money in