Lyrics:
hardy, burbs now im movin in
Acres so big ima need me a landscape
50cent cake i turned to a pancake
Smack down, 50 bands, shit raw
Best producer turnt
Love me tonight girl, we won't meet again
Don't fight the feeling, 'cause love ain't a cent
Let your body decide what it does
It's okay baby
[50 Cent]
Yeah nigga! Ha ha
Let's go nigga, this is what it is
Tupac cut his head bald
Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You PUSSY Nigga!)
Tupac wear
ain't on no lovey dove shit (as we proceed)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
You're my bottom girl (tell me what you need)
You're the one, I put the rock on
You're
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But shit, it was ninety-nine cents! (Bag it) Coppin' it, washin' it
'Bout to go and get some compliments
Passin' up on those moccasins
Walking the highway, rain or shine
Mom would tell us, "Be back by nine"
Dreaming of video, all the way there
Twenty games of Kong, we don't care
Open
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
That's how you like it, I can tell by the way you're dressed
It's been a while, since you had something original
Other players holla at you, game is
useless if yo stack don't have Ulysses S Grant
That's the 50s is you with me let's hit the bank then
Money like music I Benjamin Franklin
I'm out for
do,
I could be 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
said what I meant
I grew up on Michael Jackson and 50 Cent
As a young boy listenin' to Many Men
I did let myself go, but never again
Yeah, I can stay
Not ya friend
In this game
Ain't no friends
Supporters
Gotta pretend
Honestly
You just a man
In a fucked up sense
Cents
Gotta make your own
You
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka
Now it's big face time and I'm Balling on niggas baseline
It's on the wasteline
50 cent that nigga I'll let him taste 9
Then ima chase mine can't breath
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number
Shady/Aftermath money
It's like a monopoly
They probably just now finally understand "How to Rob" fully
50 Cent was like a fuckin' jackpot for me
And Dre, it's
[50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo)
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!)
My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check)
It's my crew and Polow Da Don
I get that kitty ma
don't scream your name then your game just shot
I got a couple reasons you can call me the boss
And I drop a couple stacks and watch your head get lost
Blood in my eye, ya ya coming out my mouth
This aint 50 cent, no its not, this is 50 pounds
This is aint 50 cent, 9 shots, this is 50 rounds
If it's
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
50 Cent, nigga (Uh, huh) , Tony Yayo (yeah)
Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?)
Yeah, and you don't stop
I do a one-eight-seven
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
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,
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