Lyrics:
(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
sad to be a thug who loves
Equality, in a world of guns
Violence and coffee
And jealous motherfuckers can't see
So what can we do?
Talk too much, bust
from a woman (yeah, yeah)
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? (Why? Why?)
I think it's time to kill for
que el está al lado mío (aha)
Por eso soy un sobreviviente (yeah)
W (It's 50)
50 Cent (aha)
Ferrari F50
Multimillo Records
Yo represento al
[Record Stratching]
Alright now here we go
[Drunken Master]
Fifty niggazhbhbh
Fifty niggaz deep
We fifty niggaz deep
We fifty we fifty niggaz deep
a minute
That's three dollars fifteen cents
For a fifteen minute call
Do the math
Three hundred minutes a month that we get
Times twenty one cents
That's
to blast off heat
Quik told me to be all I can be
Nate is my dogg him and warren g
They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat
And even 50 cent said
Brother for sale
Only fifty cents
Brother for sale
He's not a big expense
You can hug him
You can bug him
You could buy or rent
Brother for sale,
Only fifty
named 50 Cent I signed
This shit's official now, the deal is finished and it's time
To get down to this business, let's go get these nicks and dimes
possible to happen
Walking like I was the fucking master
It's unbelievable, the things that music can do
It is a strong power which we use everyday
Can help
astounding
Imma turn this fifty cent to fifty thousand
I could turn a couple bricks into a mountain
Bitch
Bitch, I do it for my dawgs like Fido
Half a shade
love it
We cannot function with the christ inside of our junction
We try to do it alone and die in our junk son
But I ain't a chump son that ain't
or Lacey
It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby
You put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy
Put a hole through your front and your back, maybe
But
businessmen and examples that we can do it. From Jay Z to Piddy, Rick Ross the Boss, 50 Cent is consistent man count the cost. HairApp “Everything Hair” I’m
Oh I be fly
Too high with the bands by my side
Two bitches, ain't no can, Imma do
Two cents rather keep that shit to you
Too dense you cannot get
you can keep a secret, then I'll keep a secret too
And this is what we'll do I'll, be your number two
I can let you feel on me, if you just let me
so we equally appointed
First four hundred years, see we actually enjoyed it
Constitution written by the W.E.B. Du Bois
Were no reconstructions,
Deadbeat back, boutta talk shit
Run through crowds I'm hit or miss
Fuck yo justice, that shit is fake
Fix things up but you too late
Throwin bitches
ain't got no fuckin money
Yeah I'm in the bed wit yo thot, and we shootin movies
I can do this shit by myself, and we getting groovy
Gotta 38 wit that Chi
did this...ah, fantastic! First trip from Jersey to Nassau to
do the album, we had five weeks rehearsal in Jersey....well, we had two weeks really
to death and stripped, all over a bitch
Now it's 50 MC's that ain't worth shit
Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent
I love New York, but the niggas
Huh?
We come from the trenches, nigga
Trap, trap (woo)
Same fit for a week straight (grrt)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fifty-cent cake, now, we eatin'
from a woman (yeah, yeah)
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? (Why? Why?)
I think it's time to kill for
Know ya motive, double vision
First it was a couple kisses
Nightly visits, where we did it
Every room except the kitchen
Know you fuckin with
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