Lyrics:
I'm in the hood man
I'm in the hood all the time man fo' real son
I come back from a tour i come through
You kno'msayin'? I switch up
I've got mad
the flow ADHD my mentally
No telling where we'll go 50 cent wings at the Applebee's
I'm tryna get rich and act broke that's my mentality
All of my songs be
this music
I love my fans (I love my fans)
I don't read the Bible, big books in my pants (big books in my pants)
And I got power, no fifty cents in my
around the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent (Singing)]
(Now everythings changed) I'm rich
[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot
don't come aboard it
She my lil throat baby cuz plan b gone be aborted
I be plugging yo plugs plug I been extension corded
Either get extorted or escorted
back and bust ya or stomp you out
'Cause we don't trust ya
'99 shit
Big EMD, Southside
50 Cent, uh
(Yeah, no doubt, 50, take 'em back
Thats why
It's alright go out take a break come back
So hot you can't deny it its your boy 50
This one right here is for
The haters for real i want you
we would never get old
Went from loosies and buses, and fifty cent sodas
And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers
Mad years passed ,still got each
To come through and put a hole in you
(G-UNIT')
Lloyd Banks, ha ha!
50 Cent! I ain't even gotta work hard
Look at these niggas, ha ha ha
The fuck you gon'
French frames in dreams
At the city I can't escape
50 Cent, Darkchild, So Plush
Girl, I wait for your lovin'
There is no rush, what
That's how Darkchild
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
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
liters of blood a thug's a dead man (come on)
(50 Cent)
G Unit soldiers
(gun cocks)
Ride out
G Unit solider
(gun cocks)
Ride out
(Tony Yayo)
and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 Cent & The Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go
(BandPl-)
What's happenin', Wop, baby?
You pulled a rabbit out the hat with this one, yeah
Take 'em all the way back, man
These niggas so water
got some more in store
When I get to thrown it on you
You got to come back for more
Toys and things that come by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
And they closing at two girl so what you tryna do?
We can take a couple shots baby go back to my spot girl
We gon pour up til my face go numb
My patna took
[H] Yeah
[50] Yeah
[H] It's real, it's real
[50] Yeah
[H] Got 'em
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Bump that - niggaz try to stunt on my clique
Then when I get
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
of Floyd done put that fear into many men
Many men
Fifty Cent Many Men
I'm not a fan can't pretend
Shit get crazy where my baby
Rock my baby FN
Shorty mad
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour
[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
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