Lyrics:
all restless
I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent
Vivica,we can share him like the president
Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant,I'm heaven sent
You were talkin' trash, we were tossin' bags
When I caught your name at a corn hole game
September Saturday in Rocky Top
On top of G10 parking lot
pass us by
Let's don't wait 'til the water runs dry
We'll make the biggest mistake of our lives
Don't do it, baby (ooh)
Now, no, now they can see
On the day Manuel went and died
The men all laughed and the girls did cry
Now it's time to lay his soul to rest
Do him up in his Sunday best, oh
[Intro - 50 Cent talking]
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland]
Timbaland sounds so good, but I might
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
He's even more over than
was a fifty three
And the motor turned out to be a seventy three
And when we tried to put in the bolts all the holes were gone
So we drilled it out
a while
Do you see that thing swimming round and round
Maybe we can reaching in and make it drown
If we sneaking up upon him carefully
There will be
critically acclaimed muthaf-cker
Around the World, I’m 1 of 1
There will never be another me
I’m a perfectionist striving for perfection
50 Cent, fuck with me,
niggas)
Put the 50 Cent beer away
(Put the 50 cent beer away, we ain't drinkin? that)
We gon? drink that expensive shit tonight, baby
(Yeah, yeah, we
we gonna do? We gonna park illegally!
It's Nelly here... that's what we do down by the club!
We goin down--
Downtown
Into the club,
Downtown
Chillin
gettin' too intense
Critics ravin' 'bout our album
But we're makin' fifty cents
And in the end
We was facin' the hard, cold truth
So tomorrow come what
lose
Pay my dues ice Cube is with me
We quite nifty ballers making history
By being quick as 50
You ballers, with daisy champ baby
What's your thing
They
the deceiver
He was just talkin' trash
Listen to me
Now when I bought my car, the salesman
Told me it'll do a hundred fifty flat
I thought I had a hot
Pablo
It's peace stones in L.A. and peace stones in Chicago
Remember trappin' out the Tahoe
Bumpin' 50 Cent, fuck Five-O
Every gang was my rival
Forty, forty five, snake's alive
Say one thing, do another, it's time
We chill on that
Nah, I don't need a gat
I'd rather see yourself checkin' ass up
to grin
Slobbered on his shirt, his eyes got dim
He said "You got fifty-nine cents?"
I said "Yeah, I got a dollar, but don't be a smartalec
I ain't
independent
Tell them to mind your business
We in our feelings
It's fifty-fifty percentage (fifty)
Attention, we need commitment
We gotta both admit it
Make the world go away
Get it off my shoulder
Say the things we used to say
And make the world, make it go away
Do you remember when you
And if we had to live our lives all over
Let's do it right now, baby
We'll try the same things that we did before
But let's do it right this time, baby
'bout me
[Verse 1]
I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga
50 shot my brother I'm a find that nigga
We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV
Eighteen years had come and gone
For mama they flew by
But for me they drug on and on
We were loading up that Chevy
Both tryin' not to cry
Mama
the street, uh
(Do yourself a favor)
I ain't got a damn thing to say to you now, baby, look out! Whoo!
(Do yourself a favor)
When we was together, did you
chick
That's why I copped a Bentley coupe
Instead of buyin' bricks
In 96, used to do the homocide thing
Now we in the win doin
That Bonnie and Clyde thing
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