Lyrics:
Gettin' fed through his arm in a hospital will slim him up
Get it through yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers, light the block up, iller than
or knuckle up
Ground zero we never ran never
Will we fuck 'em up
Dude you gonna get your ass banged
Fuckin' with that homie Lloyd Banks
Wild gun style what
(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,
Yo, Whoo Kid, man yo, drop this
Shit, man i gotta go, man let's
Hurry up, let's go, man oh yeah
50 Cent, uh g-Unit oh
Man i'm feeling myself right
and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 Cent & The Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go
your head, give your ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas known for the money they make
Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the shake
[50 Cent - Hook]
The boss
up or get yo' ass hit up
Real niggas get up, live niggas, what up?
We don't give a fiduck, you faggots'll get hit up
Q.B., what up? Y.O., what up
these rap niggas
I'm just havin fun with it
50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat
I gotta half a mil deal with no diploma
Ice so blind it give your ass glaucoma
Its
ridas, we ridas, we ridas
[Snoop and Mystikal]
Nigga lets slide to the side where them gangstas ride
boom boom boom on yo bitch ass nigga
then lets slide
a question and I
Need the answer on the spot
That bitch you with she like you
Or she like what you got
It's 50 Cent and M-O-B-B breath easy
We ain't finna kill
If these niggas be outside trust they gettin' hit
Keep it 100 with u pop your ass for 50 cent
I'm tryna shake up on da game remember 50 cent
All
or Lacey
It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby
You put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy
Put a hole through your front and your back, maybe
But
the way I spit that?
That got these high-class hoes wanna come and chit-chat
Split the paper 50/50? Yeah I'm with that
But when I rob yo' ass you can't
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
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
I'm, a dog, You must've mixed us up
With different niggas
(Like I'm, different niggas, aye)
We droppin' hit's until you isn't livin'
(Isn't livin')
You
, listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
wilzzo-izzo-zee
Yo, straight up Missy killed that shit tonight for real
Ooh, I know, I know
I don't really care about her being pregnant by Michael Jackson
'em he better be easy
Start some bullshit, he'll get his whole crew hit
D-rwizzy, Obie, 50 Cent, and G-Unit
Yo, he don't want it, cuz, he's always
now
Niggas stylin put like fifty in the streets
I want em right now
Ay redeye we jump out them bitches sink yo headshot
Bed stuy we brought bout like
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
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