Lyrics:
boss hog ball
Facetime when fifty-cent call
I can get it
Winter, summer, fall
Left a hundred K in lennox mall
Creeper low
Still standing tall
Yes
this 50 Cent ain't cuttin' it I'm like a prophet with a staff and I get profit with my staff you know I get up on these tracks with a loco motive I keep
nonsense, call up Nasty Nastradamus
Rock the pearls and diamonds, break your promise, break her wallets
Break her heart and break the pockets, taking notes
to do more
Tryna break like Fifty Cent, I'm headed upwards to boards
I'm living life 'cause in the end, we're all under the floor
I wish that nicotine
a hundred G's, I had me blockin' out of jail sentence
I'm recognized by the illest of individuals
Killers and criminals, even willies that's really into
people should enterprise
And I'm like if you don't get yo' ass in this ride from Enterprise
That I rented it yesterday and got to have in by 5
With
(Lear')
Two-fifty each ear, what you say? I can't hear (huh?)
Shoot dices, my prices, they lower than serious (low)
She ride the dick, speed it up by
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
This might just be the end
If I die, please forgive me for my sin
I got that stick, before I go, I'm shooting ten
Just like 50 Cent, I'm beefing with
Gray duck and a ten cent sigh
I get stopped by the how and why
Ground down the deeper the myth
The puzzle's harder and I don't fit
Break it, fake
hot
Word of mouth so ludacris
Young buck
Trying to make a dollar outa fifty cent
Sorry mama
Cleaning out my closet
Quoting Eminem
Touch it break your
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
bird on me
Nothin' to be specific
Ice, ice, ice like I jumped in the Pacific
Money, money, money
Man that shit comin' in digit's
I got 50 cents on me
Just bein' honest --
sucker swallow every time
Airplane come erase your mind
Seems there's been an accident
Telephone costs 50 cents
to find out
Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
Have one on us aight (ain't nothin' but a gangsta
[50 Cent]
This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy (ayy, ayy)
I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P they better stick
into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond,
to spank me (mama)
My youngster shot somebody up, guess they made him angry
Two dead men right by the garbage, guess we done left 'em stankin' (yeah)
take a break, go get a new stack
Hand me that money over there
What we gon' do? All year long
It's back to 50, you already know
Get the money, and shut
in a line
So many choices, not enough time
Down to fifty cents, almost time to head home
We sigh and we whine, then moan and groan
The golden age,
I'm magnificent,
Won't change, hmm 50 cents
Mood depends
On... what... mood you in
You'd... damn.. make the cutest kid
Please forgive
Sorry it's
for rent
I got clowns in my mix, but I'm finna send a blitz
I be tryna go legit, get rich or die like 50 Cent
I was 'bout to back up out it, then
to the K.I.M
Fifth grade bumping 50 Cent an Em
Six shots to the face 50 quite the man
8-Mile was my only inspiration then
Helped me conquere all my fears
Know
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