Lyrics:
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it
while I cake out
I can't be more then me
But you can make me out to be
What you want me to be 50!
It's just a pinch man it's a sample
You're not supposed
[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
Bullet proof like I'm fifty cent
Keep a hundred rounds aiming at your head
You better not play with me nigga
Write a song, drop a hit, go do a show like
my name in vain
When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame
[Chorus / Outro: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
my name in vain
When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame
[Chorus / Outro: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
Chardonnay,
Twenty per cent for the lottery I play,
Ten per cent for the pleasure I just tasted;
And the rest, I guess, I just wasted."
Sitting
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
New York City (New York City)
You are now rackin' with 50 Cent
(with 50 Cent) are you ready?
(are you ready?
Gun cocks) I said are you ready?
(are
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
and Gin
I'll be a foe or be a friend
One milli wit' my bin
Just like we in the pen
Do the bitch I'm on that fuck yo' bitch ass right back up again
I've
right by the Citgo
Man I gotta make it, my heart just can’t take it
My whip be my mind and my mind just be racin’
Was down by a dozen and I couldn’t shake
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
Told her we could be friends long
As the wire was kept first chance she got
She ran and told her friends about the act
Told the story so vividly she
Had
Just Like it's 1887 cuz i be counting pence
Most of the time I need to explain my
Lyrics cuz I don't make no sense
I Just bought a yacht for a
Dollar
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
the sky tryin' to blast sun
Zero to sixty in a second, pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin' they hate us with a passion
Mashin', still fresh in three-day
(Tre is that a band?)
Im finna get out the hood
Just to come back in some new shit
They say Im misunderstood
Give a fuck about ya two cents
I see
made just for me
Even you perfect imperfections fit me perfectly (tu me entiendes a mi)
I'm a be what you need girl, leave to me you better believe that
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