Lyrics:
could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
or phone a friend
Killer love, just like Chuckee it's til the end
Killer love, 50 cent, many men
Killer love, Lorena Bobbitt, circumcision
Killer Love,
body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
22nd march this year 3:50 pm
Fear zigzagged down my spine
Lucky I got to the chapel in one piece
On my knees, I prayed to our lady queen of peace
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
Got the beat by powers and we just made a banger
Uh
Bitch, who want smoke? (What?)
Hopin' it's a yes but niggas always sayin' no (word)
Hopin'
ti:La Patience
ar:肇嘉帮
al:La Patience
by:肇嘉帮
au:肇嘉帮
00:26:00街角传来熟悉的香味
00:32:00像是你那迷人的嘴
00:38:00空中飘着 香烟的灰
00:44:00无言伴随 午夜轮回
00:48:00会不会
00:50
pointillé
[01:38:00]爱，像带血蔷薇
[01:44:00]却，摄人的美
[01:50:00]我，想远走高飞
[01:56:00]也许，再爱一回
[02:26:00]On peut cent fois répéter, les erreurs du passé
[02:32:00]Vouloir
Set to BIG's "The World
Is Filled" instrumental
Yeah 50 Cent, uh huh
Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit'!
She ain't that chick from the burbs
That's
a nut, then I'm back to thinkin' money
My wrist froze, my mind blow, I'm off slow, my eyes closed
You gotta judge a man by his principles
Teflon Don, I am
Titre Grimace by Rebel Soldier (Lyrics).
Faut pas que ce soit du blabla façon Fake Gang, Rebel Soldier bing bing, j'rentre pas dans les baba des
farewell angelina
the bells of the crown
are being stolen by bandits
i must follow the sound
the triangle tingles
and the trumpets play slow
farewell
To feel the strength I want to,
I must hang on to your hand,
Maybe by the time I'm fifty
I'll get up and do a nifty.
Nothing's impossible I have
just enough room to cram the drums
In the corner over by the dodge
It was a fifty-four
With a mashed up door
And a cheesy little amp
With a sign
I'm a boss, you can tell
By the bottles in the pail, and the models that we share
I'm into real estate, in a realer state of mind
We came for trigger
stopped (Uh huh)
Won't be stopped
[Mase] Let's dance again let's dance again
Let's dance again
[Puff] Don't know how to stop
[Mase]
Can't take no hand out not by no niggas
I count G-Unit not 50 Cent
Nigga broke as shit
Could pay your rent
I'm balling hard
Gray Iverson
Braids up in
don't worry got the stems out
Fuck me like Misato everybody buff till they meet 50 cent
Popping blue pills all these trust fund kids got red pilled
Shut
You get what you pay for
Happens all the time
If you pay fifty cents
It isn't worth a dime
The only thing worth something
You can't buy
You get what
the night
And even if this hall collapses
I can stand by my pillar of hope and trust
That our heads won't bust
Sixty six fifty five red battleships
somethin hit me
When it's poppin I breeze quickly
To ya door step if ya coppin at least 50
Never mix my feelings wit my dealings
I'm house shoppin' for wood
bitch! And kept goin'
Now wait a minute, you're talking about my sister!
Fifty-cent juice drinkin' bitch!
Biatch!
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