Lyrics:
thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers light the blockup
Iller than times square
Real shit, you spit it 'cause you seen it
I spit it 'cause I
happy *breaths*
50 Cent said we could all lick his lollipop,
He's gonna take us to the candy shop
I feel like “Eh eh eh..eh eh eh eh eh”
I feel like “Eh
be the F
Stand tough and you lovin' me
You be humming bird
Can't fuck with the style that I got
Go ahead, press the one play it one more time
50 Cent
they math
Bitches ain't half cut up crack up in the stash
50 Cent Italian, icy flow
This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone
Cause they
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
around frustrated
Patience gettin' short, how longer can you tolerate it?
Listen, ma, I'm just motivated, I do this for us
Stuck on the grind, tryna
fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I
one's around, I sing
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
You say tomata I say tomato
Iwanna rub on you like some play doh
Baby your body is stacked just like some legos
I wanna G-U-N it (gun it)
No 50 cent, no
quite upright and
Walked around to the other side of the package. Then she sank down to her
Knees, grasped the cutter by both handles, took a deep
that
A summer like that
The suns creeping up
Thinkin' I mighta had too much baby
It's a 50/50 chance
I'm wakin' up on your couch
Everyone around me
50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
Yeah Buck.. lets take it down south so they know whats going down there
(tenisfield) Tennessee,
Haha..
Get'em Buck!
[G-Unit
fifty dollars for a T-shirt"
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch shit
I call
Everybody say
Yeah, it's 50 Cent an' Lloyd Banks
An' Young Buck an' Joe, G Unit
Baby, I wanna rock 'n' roll, wit Joe to the come up
An' still
it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit
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
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
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
wants to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldn't buy
Ricky Bobby, I be cruisin'
I just did a song with 50 Cent, don't give a fuck about him nigga, two-some
Overseas, talkin' guapanese, twisting lids with
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
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