Lyrics:
get the
Fuck out
Of here
Hey nigga get
Back nigga
You are not
Gang nigga
Day whoo
Shit nigga!
Gang shit
My nigga
Gang whoo
Fucker!
Yeah we
Want all
like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big
Yeah! G-Unit man!
50 Cent man! What? Uh huh!
Yeah! Yo! Whooooo! Whoooooo!
When the street lights go on
- the wolves come out
Stick-up kids they know
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
lady
Buyin fifty cent pickles
A bag full of penny candy
Everybody was chewing
We shared what we had
So wouldn't nobody out here choosin'
Pickled pig
of Kanye West and 50 Cent
Dropping on the same day, couldn't wait for our pay day
Me and my boys had a job, we worked the same place (T-Dot)
Worked for
Call the police
My brand new boots are on fire
Whoo, I wish I had a Twin Dre
I'm not happy by myself, uh
Why the thunder tryna scare me, ayy
Whoa,
Bitch you've been textin guys
The whole time
Why you such slime
Ain't even worth a dime of my Time
Even less than 2 cents
You're a nuisance to society
Beware of these fake gangsters...
But why they fake gangsters..
c penny for ur thoughts naw I aint givin 50 cents to a wanksta...
I'm the assassin
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
Whoo Kid
Yo whattup this the kid 50 Cent man
Whats going down, you heard me?
Ya nggas got me all fcked up man
I finna kill few of you mtherfckers
baby
Uh, come on y'all
It's still y'all same old dawg
Surviving Sickle Cell like bullets to the jaw
Fifty Cent power, for this shit I should get paid by
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
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
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
I'm 50 Cent
I'm riding round in the drop top
Wit a hundred rounds
In the pop pop
You running round in a crop top
Tryna get a follow for ya Instagram
I'm
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
wife dig me
Game try and hit me
Kick game like 50 cent
Niggas wanna play games I quickly
Mob with a squad that will bang y'all wit' me
And they want
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
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