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Africa for Africa (Femi Kuti) · Africa for Africa (Femi Kuti) · Africa for Africa (Femi Kuti) · Mama Africa [Bonus Tracks] (Peter Tosh) · Mama Africa (Peter Tosh) · Mama Africa (Akon) · Mama Africa (Peter Tosh) · Mama Africa (Akon) · Mama Africa: The Very Best of Miriam Makeba (Miriam Makeba) · Mama's Big Ones: The Best of Mama Cass (Cass Elliot) – 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
really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!

You would never know
If you could ever be
If you never try
You would
beneath the new pa-paya tree 
We'll send your papa fifty-cent cigar 
'Cause he's a proud pa-paya grand-pa-pa! 
 
Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue
anthrax, hit a fat one when we hit for fifty racks

Diamond shine came from Africa
Shine, shine (Africa)
(Young Rich Niggas we some bachelors)
Ooh,
resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco

[Chorus: x2 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
Sticks and stones may break bones
(intro)
Yo 
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
to Kansas
You said you ate it, but you're doing me damage!

Now it's off to sell a fifty foot spandage
Because I'm stressed off by your lady bandit
You look
thing down, flip and reverse it")

[50 Cent]
Uh Yeah
Now Missy she too much for me
She took me to to the crib man, she told me
Now my baby mama I
peppers and don't rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggas, "Get they money right," 'cause I got mine
And I'm around quit
rocked rhymes
Now 50 Cent, I write a lil' bit but I pop nines

Tell n****z, "Get they money right", 'cause I got mine
And I'm around quit playin' n****
peppers and don't rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggas, "Get they money right," 'cause I got mine
And I'm around quit
peppers and don't rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggas, "Get they money right," 'cause I got mine
And I'm around quit
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
My buzz is
street knolledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got the big body benz, with
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
My buzz is
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
on the drinks
Lil' mama keep skipping and wink, she give me glances
I'ma make a move, on them sexual advances
And by the end of the night, I can garuntee I'ma
they flunked at math
Bitches ain't have cut up crack up in the stash
50 cent Italian, icy flow
It's that run and get a dollar for a ice cream cone
the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P they better stick
into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond,
don't prosecute them 'cause it's how they make paper
When you rocking that fly shit that's made in China
By an eight year old child tryna feed his mama
He
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now

[50 Cent]
Yo 
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
stand the bitch no way

When I walk up in the piece I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mama jama goddammit motherfucker you ain't gotta like me
How you
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now

[50 Cent]
Yo 
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
(one)
As we proceed to give you what you need
(One, two...)
It's all fucked up now
What the fuck why'all gonna do now?
[50 Cent] + (P. Diddy)
Yo,