Lyrics:
sack,
9 mill gat,
an don't grind on any turf that I'm buildin scratch at,
jack pot,
I spot a hundred a sixty-fifth fiends buyin cream,
by the fifty grip
Set to BIG's "The World
Is Filled" instrumental
Yeah 50 Cent, uh huh
Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit'!
She ain't that chick from the burbs
That's
Ladies and Gentlemen
I go by the name DJ Lambo
We bouta get this party moving
I got a few of my brothers in the house
Sipping on that millionaira
stars made by cinnamon
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm hated, yes, by many men
She look me dead up in my eyes, baby, do you love
Him, or me (or me)
Not one
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
Lady, hear me tonight
'Cause my feeling, is just so right
As we dance, by the moonlight
Can't you see, you're my delight (Tori Shoota)
Ey,
touch me
Me. That cost 50 cents
Whatever I still got plenty left
I'm in the zone. Danger. Twilight. Name it
Heart rate rise while climb in the rankings
Something special, unforgettable,
50 Cent (cent), Justin (tin), Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)
She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
to inform you that um, I'm a rapper now
That's crazy because, hahaha
Cuz' I'm making a song right now
Seriously
You're a rapper now
Well, I'm about to send
above.
Bar full of strangers, fifty-cent beer
God Almighty what am I doin' here
Always end up on the floor when push comes to shove,
Can't pick
Would you still have love for me?
Ay girl you're a master piece
I could be ur Romeo no Master P
Play them throwback jams like 50 cent
Girl it's cold
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
objective, the accepted view (OK)
I'm an intrepid man, you can't come around
You're all square almost as if you drew
I lead the pack I've aced it
Going all in
You don't have very many options
You can, get with the program, or you die
The Unit
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
You see
of people inspired by your story but still feel that you are getting nowhere
Have people motivated by the pain that sits right here everyday inside of your
Fi-Di-Di-Di-Dan
Get Em By The Hundred I Aint Talkin Bundles Eitha
Love That Wite Girl, I Got Jungle Fever
[Slick Pulla:]
Ok, Its Blakanomiks Me N Fab Gon Skool Ya
forgot about what was right,
and I learned what was very bad.
But now I am the princess of the island,
and they make me feel very glad.
If you're cracking
Straight up, and your haircut game is fucked up
I'm toe-tyin' them niggas, them niggas are dudun-dudun, nigga
Straight up, yo that nigga 50 Cent?
That's
so allow me, hand me ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
Don't know how they expect me to pay my fuckin rent
Come on Phoenix make me big like Eminem or 50 Cent
Hot ass kitchen
Freedom missin'
Red bull
tonight
Walk away if you're afraid to try
But tell me what you want
To do with your life
Cause on the day you die
I'll be by your side
Okay, I guess so
cents
Spent all my money on presents
Ain't only decorations hanging, if I'm still alone by then
It's snowing out the window, kinda chilly 'cause
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