Lyrics:
the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be best friend
If relation will you be my rider to the end
Confessions
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
[H] Yeah
[50] Yeah
[H] It's real, it's real
[50] Yeah
[H] Got 'em
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Bump that - niggaz try to stunt on my clique
Then when I get
(Ugh)
(Yeah, Look)
I pop many tags, remember when we popped up out that mini van
They all wishing death on me but bitch I am not 50 cent
Many men
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
Everybody say
Yeah, it's 50 Cent an' Lloyd Banks
An' Young Buck an' Joe, G Unit
Baby, I wanna rock 'n' roll, wit Joe to the come up
An' still
[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
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
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
Pain is coming soon
What you believe
The darkness In the room
You know that I see
The Crows on the move
Never standing by me
You know we on the move
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
pence at a club thrown by 50 cent
Man exposure can’t fucking pay rent
I live for wealth man y’all live for captions
One knee down America’s captain
But
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
that bitch, then pulled off with her friend (skrrt)
"How he get that?" Shh, just know we got it in (brrt)
Gave my partner fifty cent, he shot many men
[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,
[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
I got this game on lock yo jogging up the block for a 50 cent taco
Knock yo ass out the box so quick
You better check yo bitches purse I think she got
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
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
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
Yo, yo, move out of the way
We got Missy Elliott coming through
Girl, that is Missy Elliott (yes), she lost a lot of weight
I heard she eat one
Yo, yo, move out of the way
We got Missy Elliott coming through
Girl, that is Missy Elliott (yes), she lost a lot of weight
I heard she eat one
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT
(UNIT, haha) , yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
And Lloyd Banks
(BANKS) , and Tony Yayo (YAYO)
Nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You
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