Lyrics:
I plan to sell a hundred million records in four days
Gangstas make the world go round
But TRU niggas make gangsta shit go down
We come in your set
alright
But of course I wasn't about to just give up my son
So I did exactly what I thought should be done
I worked my ass off and I saved every cent
I sold
couldn't get by me, why me
A soldier that has a backround of murders and robbery
That shit that used to be my hobby
Never do it sloppy, make the job
on the plane so I drove with the stick
Man I thought you was a gangsta but you told on that
Lick don't keep telling me you love me baby show me that shit uhhh
See through the years, I watched niggas live and die
Its social genocide and I been barely getting by
I had two jobs and ain't got shit out here to show
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
Intro
(Yo you know what the fuck poppin whole lot of
Nine tre gangsta shit
BBA TRIGGA shit man
You know we them 93 tough guys man
Play with me you
my circle
The ones that acting phony
Hard as fuck, put it on cement
Card of luck, peachy be my scent
Pimp on God, call me 50 Cent
Cadillac, tell me how
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, rock, blows,
your weekend get
Della Reese I'm beasting shit
Now shut up ho and eat this dick
Call your friends and we can get
A Ménage just like Nicki is
Baby by me
You never knew a plug, plug, plug
A plug like this sophisticated gangsta
Watch me thug like this
Snatch your, uh, in a club like this
Seven zeros,
50 my aka is two gun Charlie
Find me up at 4 in the
Mornin' to catch me a body
Waitin' for you in yo projects
By your staircase door
Come out! Come
destined to be
They couldn't swallow it, the hollow shit
A double barrow pump will get him out of it
50 Caliber Magazines couldn't model it
A monument, I
with the belt
Plus I'm so hot I just make the shit melt
All by myself all by myself
All by myself I don't need nobody else
N I will not stop til I'm
could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
over 50 cent get the strap
Rental cars from Silver Boys, we pullin up in black
Life's a gamble, no fish table, we high stacks
You niggas fake, I know
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 you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
They just ride round
With them drums and shit Slide and hit yo block Outside yo spot
With this lil 50 clip
You gone hear that smack That bitch go blat
that my family until I'm filthy rich
And got a tv series just like 50 Cent
Then I pull the top up off that '66
Chevrolet
Hear them niggas say
Man this
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
the mystery God and murk you
Burry you mother fuckers in the ce-ment
Miss a post of that nigga in the pre-cent
Should of known my niggas don't play with
a piece better hurry
Got off our knees and putting arrows on our tip
But there's really no need for you to say we ain't shit
Got up the cheese by telling
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