Lyrics:
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we still alive
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
"We don't care what people say"
of a tale and it's all true
I swear by my tattoo
There was Typhoon Tessie, met her on the coast of Java
When we kissed I bubbled up like molten lava
(Chorus- Banks)
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat)
(50 Cent-between Banks)
G-Unit nigga that's what's up
(raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby, paint nails
Twelve gauge ready, blow shells
V6, whoa, V12 (V12)
Just chop it, raise Hell (raise Hell)
Pretty boy, baby,
Yeah!
God damn!
Feels like a long time, don't it?
Did you miss us?
We missed you!
Ha!
Shady Narcotics
It's The Re-Up
Pussies!
And we're back
Let's do it again but go up to two dollars
25 cents, 50 cents, 75 cents, one dollar, one twenty five, one fifty, one seventy five, two dollars
Counting
We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-five
Joke's on you, we still alive
Throw your hands up in the sky and say
"We don't care what people say"
anything from
The five-and-ten-cent store
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my own
and
After wiping my hands on my apron I read it
And this is what she said.
For mowing the yard, five dollars
For making my own bed this week, one dollar
brain
I grip the grain and fly by
Say dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid
Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it
what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
This relationship is all that it's cracked up to be
Never lack lust in that
the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay
I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up
(50 Cent)
Yo this is 50 cent, yaknawsayin?
I'm here with my man Whoo Kid, you know how I put it down nigga
It's not safe around here as soon
Miss Louisa heard of it
She straightaway went to bed
She never did get up until she died
Blow ye winds of morning blow ye winds hi ho
Blow ye winds
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
over the fence
Find me one for five or ten cents
Keep it till it's covered with age
'Cause I'm writin' your name down on every page
Say hey, good
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
handle
John Henry raised it back 'til it touched his heels then
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for
But now if you'd come
I'd welcome anything
From the five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me
on
And after wipin' her hands on her apron she read it and this is what it said
For mowing the yard 5 dollars
For making my own bed this week 1 dollar
For
(Blow, blow, blow)
Take that
(One)
For the hell of it
(Two)
That's a definite
(Three)
Better give it up
(Four)
How I hit 'em up
(Now)
I'ma
anything from
The five-and-ten-cent store
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my own
anything from
The five-and-ten-cent store
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my own
anything from
The five and ten cent store,
You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my
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