Lyrics:
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
50 Cent, nigga (Uh, huh) , Tony Yayo (yeah)
Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?)
Yeah, and you don't stop
I do a one-eight-seven
funk flex yeah
g unit
you understand what's about to happen
(Chorus)
nigga guess who's bazack its not beanie seagel J hoe
50 cent yah niggas
fuckin migo
Finessed that flamingo yeah we
Finessed that flamingo
Howard D was loyal about 50 thousand
After the nigga hit the
Juug screaming out "bingo"
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin
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
'cause a nigga hot now
And I been shooting, and I been robbing
Fifty telling niggas I'm a mutherfuckin prophet [gun shot]
I come from the bottom, but
to
Wake yo fuckin ass up
So at what point did it all come to be
That we were all ruled by negativity
And a blood thirst for brutality
Where human life is
And the lives getting shorter
Man niggas gotta move smarter now
He had no armor and went missing, missing
Moving bricks in bricks and mortar
Just to get cents
glitch
(baow, baow, baow)
50 Cent aka the magic stick (grrah)
All black, one gunman
John Wick, that's a bad man
All black, one gunman john Wick (baow)
All
my parents is getting concerned now everybody talking about like who the next Big Or Pac 50 Cent Nas Jada or Jay Z no disrespect yeah they hot but i'm
Got a trap house I be boomin' in, fiends in and out
Cut the J anyway it come nigga, section 8
See we straight, how much money I make
This block [?]
(don't get pissed)
And all Guinness Stout and you done know we live comfortable (no doubt)
Money make di gun dem bust out (any second, stupid)
war, war
A coward dies a thousand deaths, a real nigga dies but one
21 gun salute out of the top of your drop top coupe
I know a lot of niggas gon'
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
just like 50 cent
Get rich or ima die tryna do this s**
It's one hell of a life that I f** live
If you could reach dream man what would you give
I
up, you better call 911
And then you better hang out until the ambulance comes
If you live by the sword
Gonna die by the sword, oh yeah
If you die
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
is sprayed
I'm out here, fuck it, like I live on Targhee
And Rico, keep a low cut like laundry
I don't give a fuck, y'all made me bitter
I'mma whip
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm
before (Wooh)
Everywhere I'm at, everywhere I go (Come on)
I stay surrounded by hoes (Uh, uh)
Even when I'm tryna be on the low (yeah)
I'm recognized by
to the sky like "Why? Oh, Lord"
Live by the knife, die by the Western, that's the question for Moe, boy
Didn't make it out, was always dancin', they couldn't
get beat niggaz (yeah)
Now who out there wanna fuck around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck-fifty
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We
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