Lyrics:
seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak (that's right)
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
In a way, I really don't know much at all
And if you say that I'm simple, you're on the ball
On the ball to say that I'm going nowhere
But I'm
Who started ladies night, man
Giving them pass with fifty cent drinks
Have they lost their mind?
Once you start something
You know its hard to stop
as long as you're ok
As long as you're ok
Feel so alone without you
Don't know what I'd do without you
Soon I will be right by you
Looking at the world
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
spent
I'm done given 2 now I'm putting 50 cents
Never try to front but refuse to be a back
And if you are what you eat, man these other dudes is ass
No
Well, if you're ever in Austin, Texas
A little run down on your sole
I'm gonna tell you the name of a man to see
I'm gonna tell you right where to go
I DON’T GIVE A DAMN IF I GOT FIFTY CENTS
wanna see it ever waving goodbye
Yeah I love that Rock'n'roll too too much
And I couldn't bear to see it go by
Rock'n'roll you're too much to deny
Oh
triest, aber du hast kein Talent
Wie 50 Cent, wünschen viele young boy Ravy sein death
What the hell
Du meinst ich bin dir zu schnell
Aber das war nur der
farm-raised
For 50 Cent, I went to war with many men
Then slapped them with the jacket like Benny Hinn
I'm hittin' that jet fuel, you're new in the game,
brought cold ice
And I was young, scared
She ain't care, she made me fight
Fifty-two sweep you, haymaker right
When I get old ,I hope that I can stay
is shrapnel
Broken by the views
Of men who claim to know all
(There is to know)
Something isn't right
I get the feeling I am no-one
Something
on and let's make it right
Ooh, you're so good looking and baby
You're so smooth i know you have
Come on baby, wish me luck
I wanna be there, in that truck
wrongs make a right
Let me take you by the arm, I'm alligator-like (bite her arm)
Gal, I waited all my life for you, heart is racin' like Talladega
(nah, nah)
Okay, alright (they sick)
Okay, you're right (I'm rich)
Okay, alright (I grind)
Okay, you're right (for mine)
I'm in that 760 leaning
price
It's my world ur world we all share the same girls
Northeast Boogie they watching while we do it
Our time 50 for us 50 for the rest of them
MF
Yo yo
I need no introduction everybody
Heard of 50 Cent and heard of G-Unit
I'm not high tech and I'm not qualy
You see me in the club
You
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya,
clocked by the cops, ya know
You're paid by the hours, they see time flies
While your brain's being showered by a bunch of lies
You say I'm no slave
clocked by the cops, ya know
You're paid by the hours, they see time flies
While your brain's being showered by a bunch of lies
You say I'm no slave
and give it right back
For generations we been dealt bad hands with bad plans
Prove your dedication by hoppin' out Grand Ams
I'm at the premiere
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
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