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
by the
End of the show
I got 30 niggas on stage and 10 in the row
Ya know
Get ya gun, we gon' come for you
We'll lay ya ass out
The shells hit you
this (bass erased this)
Fuck the drums, clip art, bitcrush my perception
Good start, I'm bit stunned by Testing
I ain't 'bout no restin'
Yeah, yeah, no,
pretty good some play so bad it hurts
We pick up their golf balls that fly over the fence
We shine 'em up a little bit and sell 'em back for fifty cents
this is Iraq
Alliances
Lining with stars and bars of a prison rep
My science a-
-pplyin' pressure, her stretcher is needed
Pay the proceeds or you live
fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
Hundred for my bail God said watch this
I'm going to send my son get you on the top list
Holy Spirit with me so I send a hundred clips
We serve
fuckin’ with me and be a casualty
You think a nigga bullshittin
Then come and see
When it all goes down, and the clips run out
I bet I make history i bet I
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
stomp along, catch a lil' Holy
Ghost, and if you ain't feelin' good God willin, By
The end of this record He gon' change all that, Ayo
Lorenz you
Geah, make a move y'all
Which part you wan' lose?
The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise
I'm back to work bitch, the clock off snooze
I'm
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
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you
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
rep off me,
Cause I got stain all through my town
Just know I keep that tech on me,
And I can't let you gun me down
Why these niggas hate on me,
They
lookin' for some slow head
You know 2-0 I'm east side what I rep until I'm dead
7 deuce Catalina all chrome and candy paint
And got my nerve to ask myself I
boy in his stripped-down Model A
He says, "Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check, my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my tires, won't you
above.
Bar full of strangers, fifty-cent beer
God Almighty what am I doin' here
Always end up on the floor when push comes to shove,
Can't pick
the hate do is just increase the don's strength
You pricks are harmless, the clips are arm-length
Right after you dab, do a couple of bong hits
Razor work
last tip
50 cents dosnt fatten my fuckin money clip
My pocket battleship flew off my
Only fingertip, winning wars
Selling my neighbors their citizenship
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
they pull up
On you wrong with that chrome
Who dat there with them 30
Clips right off the hip
Who dat there they don't need no bodyguard
Know he hood he
To back I'm raining
Cause you the top noodles like Ramen, save it
Boss Ricky Ross stand tall Cindy Hall
I'm the hottest in the city
Got them rider niggas
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