Lyrics:
try me
All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas
From the village to the telly
Time to kill it on your belly no question
Had more black chicks between
lika gatherin
So dont be playn with me
Uan got no sense (cents)
Uan tough you jus playn fifty
Nigga im the one
Fuck a two
Understand nigga
Gon
where's the evidence?
You got below average intelligence and poor penmanship
You need to shut the fuck up cause your breath stink
Take fifty cents
yo, Sha Money XL, nigga teamwork
We work hard, nigga, 50 Cent
grace
Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face
Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em
I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
Game gggggggg Unit!
See I'm a city boy man I ain't from the South
50 Cent man ya'll niggas ya'll
Know what I'm
'bout to kill these niggas
So you might not see me 'til tomorrow'
'til I get it, then my palms start itchin'
Soon I hit the block, then my bong gone
the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P they better stick
into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond,
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
and we gone! 50 Cent!
Leave a nigga on it
It's long - early in the morn'
We up with the birds
To put it in word is born
Give it a set dress! - We can write
They ask am I the best?
Is that really a question
Niggas be so broke
But quick to stunt quit all the flexin
U don't know just where u goin
Where's
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
and
Wesson, this a Glock, nigga
(Glocky)
We don't tote nothin' with the standard
Clips or stocks in it (Nah)
It's a motherfuckin' fifty or a mop in it
Glock
prosper
Manoeuvre like I'm Bruce Lee, ya know I'm chucks
Been doing this since a young buck
Banging for fifty cent from a victim, while my gun talk
Kill a giga nigga, dad says
"Other niggas was wildin'" shit is icky
How many men dropped? More than fifty
Blicky got 'em down like
The window screaming,
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
ain’t by mistake
Feed the fam they all getting plates
If we got problems, ima have my niggas send you home
That’ll put em in they place
Gold grills while
one-fifty-five
In the city where the little niggas die
I pack a pistol in my pocket, ready
If you kill me
Young motherfucker pull the trigger
If you kill me
You
the steak and chicken
I was just choppin' up meat sticks
I was just in a room with a nigga that'd kill over thirty-four cent (over thirty-four cent)
Now
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