Lyrics:
Squad Georgia boys over here
Bitch we showin' out, Roscoe
We keep the prices low Walmart, Costco
Get my knievel on, pull 50-11 stunts
I'm on patron
gonna shine homie until my heart stop
[Go Head] envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
From the beginnin
You know me can't get caught without my chopper
Lil' weak wit fifty I'm itching to see I got cha
B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
gonna eat, man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's little punk ass thinkin' out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game,
gonna eat, man? 50 back around"
That's Ja's little punk ass thinkin' out loud
Southside 'til I die, that's just how I get down
I'm back in the game,
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy
Drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin'
We don't give a fuck
[Intro]
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh huh
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in
Well easy
Well ya done know so we make it on a cheesy
Sean-a-peesy, the girls are over breezy
Longside the 50 Cent, yo
Now some bwoy like dem take
I’m the man, I love bubbling, shorty
Bet you got ya hands all, all over me
No-one will believe
Get you high as Nasa, careful with ya asses
I only
it like i’m Water boy
By Halftime I’ma have you call me Aquaman
My Pull out game Prolly never skip Leg Day
My "Leave a Bitch on Read" game The Best
You know me can't get caught without my chopper
Lil' weak wit fifty I'm itching to see I got cha
B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo
[50 Cent]
G-Unit, they ain't ready
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta
[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
me
It took seven niggas to get a buck fifty
But ya man got his fuckin' face broke
Punched on 'em and put 'em
In like egg yolks
I damn near made that
10, My Nigga
[50 Cent]
I'm A Bonafide Hustler, Nigga Get Outta Line I'll Cut Ya'
Me, I'm 'Bout My Paper, It's Fuck Ya'
If You Play Games With
(Cuz, You can't Do It Like Me)
{[50 Cent:] Hold On A Second Homie, Lets Get This Clear}
G-UNIT!!!
Somebody Tell Me What This World Comin' To
Why
niggas talking hot I'm here to check ya temp
No attempt when I empty out this clip
Bitch it's a murda scene
We get clean as fuck but nigga we dirty boys do
places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if
Nigga don't act like a bitch! (Ha ha!)
That's why I never love a bitch! (Yeah!)
50 Cent, Too $hort and E-40 say bitch! (Remix!)
She sucked me off,
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
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