Lyrics:
Then you're a natural born fool who's got to be that way
I got a fifty rating and a fifty share
Every minute, every hour that I'm on the air
And when
two weeks been busy, I'm movin' in
I told my mom look out her window to another Benz
She took nine shots of Patron, 50 Cent
I bent the corner
paying him a dollar an hour
And they was paying me fifty cent
They said, "if you was white, should be all right"
"If you was brown, stick around"
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, rock, blows,
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
kill it
Loose pussy on my dick, should I kill it? never! yes
[michel'le]
See back in the day when we used to play
You wanted to be with me [that's
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
Aw no do you know what this is
One shot one kill what's the deal G-Unit!Here we go now!}
Aw nigga do you know who you with
It's Tony Yayo up in
Disciple, salute to those who's gone with bullets
And I promise through rhymin' Quan gon' rep his life to the fullest
And can we please have a moment
Shots thru your leather and clothe
With your skelly off break ya'll clowns off
Yo hollow tips will flood your jacket
I don't give a fuck who you be
and repentance,
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence.
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace and criticize all fears,
Bury the rag deep in your face
For
You can make blood out of paper
oil by-product euthanasia putting me to sleep forever Sometimes this stool is cooler
Bred pedigree sitting ducks who
Aw no do you know what this is
One shot one kill what's the deal G-Unit!Here we go now!}
Aw nigga do you know who you with
It's Tony Yayo up in
They could do with it okay? That was, whoa
A long time ago it's not that
Way anymore all decisions about
Who get signed and what happens
To the record
fi know
How fi select it
Time fi get it, life is a gift
So nuh badda wreck it 50 Cent, Sean da Paul
Dem a tell dem who fi check it
They said they
I lived in a town way down south
By the name of Buffalo
Worked in the mill with the rest of the trash
As we're often called you know
You factory
a forty, suck a forty guess who's back?
You're chilling with a titty feelin' villain
Stepping to the puny puddy punks catching fillings
I hit so many
to start the ruckus
And ya wanna party with us
'Cause we crazy m-therf-ck-rs
Hello, wherever you are
Are you dancing on the dance floor or drinking by
your swings
You niggas keep rappin' 'bout your dreams
My reality 50 birds waitin' in the wings
Do it my way
I hit the highway with the batter
So when
Ya'll niggas want to get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you want
compared
With those who saw him appear
Terror filled their minds with awe
Simple were the folk who lived
Upon this frozen wave
So not surprising was
who drive Millineums
It's all about the Benjamins, what?
I get a fifty pound bag of Euk for the mutts
Five carats on my hands with the cuts
In
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
and burned my horse to death
I went out with a girl who told me, "George you've got bad breath"
Last week I drew a crowd when I went to the city zoo
But
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