Lyrics:
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
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
there homeys!
My friend over here... 50 cent
He calls 'em wankstas!
Down in LA!
LA...NYC...
save a couple chicks for me.
Lemme get my car!
My nice new
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
my circle
The ones that acting phony
Hard as fuck, put it on cement
Card of luck, peachy be my scent
Pimp on God, call me 50 Cent
Cadillac, tell me how
dollars")
Niggas will sell their soul to
Go platinum and gold
I'm cold 'cause I got the
Gold and kept my soul
Drop an album full of soul
Sold twelve times
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
a meeting getting my ass kissed (no homo)
By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh)
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My
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
or the single
They just tear it up on Spotify
Fifty million streams but
You're stressing about
Suddenly missing out on some cents, right?
I'll be damn lucky if I
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me?
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
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
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
to prison I’ll say I’m like youngboy and then say that it make no sense
If many men wanna kill me and they try to shoot me I’ll just say that I’m 50 cent
You
said what I meant
I grew up on Michael Jackson and 50 Cent
As a young boy listenin' to Many Men
I did let myself go, but never again
Yeah, I can stay
rapper tryin' to mimic him
And that's what really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
You would never know
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should
Capri Suns for fifty cents (yeah)
Now I just hate to reminisce (to reminisce)
So if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it
I-I-I-I-I-I
Nein ich bereue nichts, heute ist mein Tag
Fick 50 Cent, ich fühl' mich wie zwei Mark
Ich bin steinhart, wie 'n Rocker
Tut mir Leid Samy, doch die
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