Lyrics:
funk flex yeah
g unit
you understand what's about to happen
(Chorus)
nigga guess who's bazack its not beanie seagel J hoe
50 cent yah niggas
to
Wake yo fuckin ass up
So at what point did it all come to be
That we were all ruled by negativity
And a blood thirst for brutality
Where human life is
[50 Cent]
ay , yo we can't stay alive forever,
so if the shit hits tha fan then we might as well die together, im hi as ever, more hoe's and more
New York City
You are now rocking, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it
I just wanna chill and twist the lah
Catch stunts in my 7-45
You drive me
drums
Chips, Willie Chicks, Willie crisp, big fun
Ma, you worry none, the minks come with the guns
Prada, the Gucci, it's all in Bird fun
I'm
Think you can step up
Better come correctly
I don't know why I drive
A hundred in fifty-five
Never find a better sign than this one
Come to me when
young niggas about to spend
They know I throw loco when it's about my Benjamin
Feelin' just like 50 Cent, hated by so many men
Woke up like a bank
bitch
Come make a movie
Off a Perc' 10, she can feel it
Got her feeling groovy
Shh 'cause I snuck in with a toolie
Lil' baby got big guns
I'ma call her
invented it (she know I invented it)
I'm hated by many men (I'm hated by many men)
I think that I'm 50 Cent
Yeah, I'm vibin', yeah (open up that
nigga
Put a hole in his hat
Put his brains on the dash in the stalks
He has some dumb fifty more with him
Tell them to hold that
Lights out no hasta
Look ma we go together like throwbacks
And airforce one's i'm a gangsta
That's why i gotta carry 4 guns
Used to be a good girl
Now you my ride-or-die
on my wrist
Gelato smoke it up
I'm chiefing hella big
If she gon bruk it up
I might just grant her wish
2 cups (drank) put it out
Smoking gas by
Three days away from home he come back stoned out
Coke on the table, pressin' redial
Son I'm sendin' you home, nigga you foul
Yo, why you doin' that?
a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon' hate to see this
Yeah I wish Shake
of pushing broom buys a
Eight by twelve four bed room, I'm a
Man of means by no means
King of the road
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No
shades of... pain (Aye, aye, aye)
We call that, 50 shades of...pain
(What goes around, comes around, & then back around)
That's 50 shades of... pain
club bathroom soft stuff heron
Come out, loud talkin and shit
Claimin he Don
Hope he know when he step outside
Baby it's on
Watch my guns illuminate
eating pills just to get me by
I cried a hunnid’ nights fifty times
And why my niggas gotta die, oh so young
Die by the bullet when they live by the gun
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
checked the chamber of my gun
Saw I had one final bullet left
My hand, it looked almost human
As I raised it to my head
"Drop your weapon and come out!
Keep
music biz
I avoid each and every one by any cost
I done came too far
So I take a step back
And take action
And X out all the people on my bandwagon
You
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
taught never back down
That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down
32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left
Come with my gun smokin', you
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