Lyrics:
I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
This is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men
No 50 cent
But I'm wild
I can't get no rest
Up all night
Don't get
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
wretched loneliness
With love, that's 50/50
Or a hundred at a time
Love, that's 50/50
With both of us this time
I can hear my love
And she wouldn't
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
the mood to bust a nigga head man
I ain't playin' ain't got no
Time for them games
Niggas lose they life all the
Time for fuckin' playin'
This is 50 Cent
up high, lets ride cause
New York is back
Yo, the hammer and the muzzle came together
All I did was hold on to the pieces 'til the puzzle came
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
Nigga, hahaha (oh)
Yeah (yeah)
Here we go again (it's Shady, haha)
Shady Records mixtape (50 Cent)
The Invasion (G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit)
Part Two
Yeah
It's Shady, ha ha (woo)
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha)
Here we go again
Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha)
Does it make you mad when I
around your way
It's been a long time
Long time long time
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Struck by the luck of the draw
Real life preservation
What I'm
[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
If my heart could sing the beat would keep us dancing like a classic
Cause I've got the kind of soundtrack to take us to an all time high
Chorus :
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
gon' roll up in the club with, then report that next week (uh)
Just wanna see who I am or
Sniffing some coke
I know by the time I finish this line
hands like All-State, nigga
We ain't the same, need to stay in your lane
Fifty pointers on me, I'm the player of the game
Pop me a molly then fuck me
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
on the phone
Doin' ninety miles an hour in the fifty mile zone
They never took the time to tell you ?bout sex
So you had to learn about it in
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
The Hustle don't stop, Hustle don't quit
Got a "Hustlers Ambition", like, 50 Cent
Want the, "Finer Things", in this, life I live
So I'll, grind til I
fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I
on the phone
Doin' ninety miles an hour in the fifty mile zone
They never took the time to tell you ?bout sex
So you had to learn about it in
and like that and like this
You heard my nigga y'all smoking roach spray
Man we on a first class
Flight to Barcelona, man 50 Cent, Lloyd
Banks, Tony Yayo,
up til the very end
It's all about paper my nigga
I pop smoke for the dividends
Bullet proof like I'm fifty-cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your
makes a dollar
I can't hear anybody holler
Five times twenty is one hundred
Everybody got to be hid
All eyes open, here I come
Woo!
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