Lyrics:
stop destroying the society?
It's time to heal the planet's ecology
Way before it's fifty fifty three
A B C D E F G
Everything should change by fifty
shakin
I might need some extra room for all this space that I've been makin
Ex girl calling sad when it's bad with who she dating
"Like what type of cents
gun on me, and I could walk you upstairs
?Til you get inside the crib, girl, I ain't scared
And tell ya man don't even come outside
?Cause if he even
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
don't know what's, faggot-ass motherfuckers
Get money to all my real niggas, man
Obie Trice, D-12, G Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
Daddy, is Ja Rule
50 Cent-
Next and 50
(Uh-huh)
Next and 50
Next and 50
Next and 50
Yo, yo my imagination is more vivid than life
Playboy November issue page
playing. People are chattering.)
PARTY GUY
Come here, try some of this!
PARTY GIRL
Would you blow up my balloons? Flash!
(Captain Kwirk clears his
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
Obie Trice
Real name, no gimmicks
Two trailer park girls go 'round the outside
'Round the outside, 'round the outside
Two trailer park girls go
the atmosphere
So girl, quit frontin' and get you're ass over here
And get yourself a cup of this Cran and Belvedere
I'm all off in the corner 100 honeys takin'
love girls, girls, girls, girls)
(Girls all over the globe)
I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes
Fix your hair in the mirror, let's
em
We gotta problem Houston, Whitney
Cash not cents but clip hold fifty
Pills in my body but the shit don't hit me
So I pop four mo' till the shit
back
We don't bet no lil shit We bet big bag
Ain't no internet shit Really into dat
Come gamble with us get a big bag
Roll da dice You can get fifty cent
I make this money dance
I criss cross, she sun tans
Propellers out the window over our lands
Where I land
Girl we make that money dance
Top Forbes,
always right There
Around the corner was on her 50 cent shit I was on my Nas shit
We use to argue bout who we thought was Better
Overtime that same Block
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
[Young Jeezy:]
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Baby Girl I Cant Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks Hit Tha
This is a moment we've been waiting for
Hey, come by my side, by my side
It's the place you'll be forever more, forever more
So, baby, come on, come
pants
Sexy lady gon do that dance
Come on over when ya sick of ya man
And we can chill that's the way I am (the way I am)
I don't know that girl I
of followers the same
Fifthteen cent
Thinking colossal shit negative
Fifthteen cent
But get rich or die trying
Thats word to fifty cent
See my girl said it's
the curls for the girls
And my nails manicured
Finger fucking the world , Middle
But always come first
Check the index
And pretty come next
If you ask me my
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
this dick on you girl (girl)
I'm Crooked I
AKA fuck your girl (Throw that D)
Up-up in the sky
When it come down, say (Fuck the world)
These
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