Lyrics:
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
Yeah
She wanna spit on it, lick on it
Uh, yeah
She wanna get up and sit on it
She know I ain't got no big homie
I'm Curtis, I got fifty cent
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon forever sleep
I see glass
Aint
committin homicides and drive-bys
livin with ?????
but still slanging that fuckin pie
and got more bitches than you
so what the fuck you
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
Some Say I'm Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same
reached out to you and told you what I've been through
Hook
50 Cent & Mary J.:
50 Cent:
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homie
Rain-or-shine,-by-your-mothafuckin'-side bitches (Seventeen)
Freak bitches, (Eighteen)
them Inbetween The Sheets bitches (Nineteen)
Them call me Daddy when I'm ballin' through the streets
runnin' shit
You witness that funny shit, your bitches, they ain't shit
We gangsta, we blast first, ask questions later
All these imitators parading like
of you that's behind me
Witness the most coldest, ferocious niggas that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit
When
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
shit) after I propose
I'm not just another politician politicing
It's your boy 50 - here we go
Yeah, I done smoked a couple pounds
But I ain't never
fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
Real niggas they fuck with me
My niggas bout it my bitches bout it
My focus right but
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same Niggas Wouldn't Offer To Give Me Shit
Niggas Hate You When You Rich, But Love When You Broke
I Never Knew I Had So Many
heavy for the shit they bringing to the table I ain't ready
My two cents worth 100,000 dollars when I talk they see blue strips and the fetty
I wanna fix
the plug right by the bed on the 101
101, it's a real nigga 101, this a trill nigga 101
Real nigga 101, let's have a real nigga 101, this a real nigga
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
Uh yea uh
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me
now I get 50
Lets run up some bands Im down to get it (down to get it)
We outnumbered by these bitches why trip
Never let em come between or take away
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