Lyrics:
When you stop the programs for after school
And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic
They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"
We scream, "rocks, blows,
from the bottom (just you wait)
His enemies destroyed his rep America forgot him
We, fought with him
Me, I died for him
Me, I trusted him
're fucking with a psycho
I write but you like though
Full clip, don't trip, Blood
Crip Gangster shit
Westside, Eastside, riders ride, cowards die
Cold world
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
you fuck with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aw nigga don't trip, you gon' make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick, wet up your whip
wanders
Fifty cents rent goes pretty far
when you live in a subway car
One stop's the same as another
Even Son of Sam sees her sleeping,
she's not
an inch or pitch a pinch
Off the pie or ever try to try your wench
Confronted by the Devil Himself and stayed strong
You think you can take the king, now
a fuck
Boy, you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
give a fuck
Boy, you fuck around, we gon' hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with
[50 Cent]
Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake
G-Unit, UTP
Hahahaha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP (yeah)
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em, Buck
50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't fuckin' playin'
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
[50 Cent]
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right.
Everybody know
Jizzle from the Bottom of the Map
Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap (hey)
(Y'all already know what time it is, get your hoods up, your sets
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT
(UNIT, haha) , yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
And Lloyd Banks
(BANKS) , and Tony Yayo (YAYO)
Nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You
beneath the new pa-paya tree
We'll send your papa fifty-cent cigar
'Cause he's a proud pa-paya grand-pa-pa!
Pa-paya mama, pearl of the deep blue
to the vultures, Nassau City nigga
Keep it one hundred can't even keep it fifty fifty nigga
Father I pardon I, I apologize
Make ya daughter Five cent Ten Cent Dolla
your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga?
(YEAH) , you thugged out? (YEAH)
50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year
(YEAH) you bust your gun
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
next week
You can hear her shriek from the gas in her cheeks
Well, I'm not a freak, I am meekly a Greek that
Neighbors by the creek say that my house
door, this is raw
You scared of me, you not prepared for me
The kid is back
50 Cent
I know you like that
Yeah I know you like that
obviously
I'mma empty this muthafucka
That's fifty shots, approximately
Now fuck with me, get fucked over
Emergency room, rushed over
Hollow tips, in the clip
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
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