Lyrics:
you get a rollie, rollie
She know she can't have it, that shit love my woadie
She want to buy him a chinchilla
She see you serve foreign country boys
be two dollars, 50 cents, miss"
She didn't even pretend to flinch
She just grabbed her glass
Took it straight to her lips
But I wasn't convinced
It
a 50/50 chance
Karaoke Downtown
Everybody knows me
And the only thing I want
Is Dino's 3 in the morning oh yea
Still young enough to have
A summer like
bring it to 'em anyway
I'm gettin' paper, things are changin'
Bitches love 50 they in da club wit' me
Poppin' the bub wit' me
You should see I'm in
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 full ashtray
Empty cigarettes and I still pray
I stand by that till the day I die
Look into my eyes if you think I lie
If you don't look at me enough, I
it to fade
But lord, I'm so
stuck in my ways
Popped with 50 cent
I don't wanna be saved
Think I'll buy a loosie today - oh behave
Conversations getting
turning back like a bad cassette
It's funny how they take away our rights when we act correct
I could throw you a lung you still wouldn't catch your breath
niggas then I got they help
But I'm still never backing down from shit
Spend a nigga block
Spend a nigga bend
Fuck it get the strap like I'm fifty cents
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
cents each
Hundred in the pack
Pack for a dollar
Now I'm flipping racks
They like nigga how you do it like that
Don't spend nothin'
I just let it stack
I
know how much a scale would cost. You know, 50 bucks, 80 bucks, $6 and 99 cents, $6.99. And go, even if it's off by 30 pounds. Who cares?
I said for
to the wind trying to know down these pins
He'll keep swinging from the hair above his chin
Till he finds his soul in the fifty cent bin
The price
quit, suck on a dick, jackass
I'm done with this wack-ass rap, kiss my Black ass!
(Fuck this)
(50 Cent)
Nah, Em, tell them to kiss my Black ass,
bro
When folks call roll up you
Gon' have to show us
50 for the watch, 50 for the whip
50 for the hitman too
Put a 50 on your head little boy now
I show
me
I can get ya whole family wiped
Out for less then a G
The OG stands for Organized General
I'm still educated and graduated
To a criminal
I'll make
of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain
I play the bar with eight bottles all night getting right
Teaching the hoodrats what Cristal taste like
I put 60
thing and be
On some "I love you
Baby" vibe i'm like, BITCH! That
Shit might sound crazy
But it's awesome to have something
To look forward to
That takes
on the benches
50 for my necklace, boy, they didn't expect this (hey)
Ice on my wrist, try to take it, we go reckless (yeah, ho)
Take a flight to Memphis, we
I'm still burning duct tape.)
Bitch!
Nigga, this rap shit slow?
I'll be back selling blow
Posted right there by the store
Selling narcotics for
autographin' on the chest, put your bottles in the air for Ya-yo, he on house arrest, and on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West,
now, stomp, G G G G-Unit,
and by the end of the weekend
Baby I can have you freakin
I got your number I've been calling
Ready to fall in you been stalling
Hitting all of the malls
these Hoes
50 Cent, Young Buck, HAHA
We trying to fuck with these Hoes
Aww man, we known internationally right now
We overseas nigga, In Dubland, Ireland
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