Lyrics:
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
It was always me versus the world
Until I found it's me versus me
Why, why, why, why?
Why, why, why, why?
Just remember what happens on earth
cent
Words in your backhanded love song
For it begs the question
How did I ever find you
Drifting gently through the gyre
Of the great Sargasso
bands
I'm back at it i bring in 50 bands
Just for my smoking habbit
By any means necessary
I gotta make it happen
Got the game on crues control
I'm
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
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
My mama said nothing good happens
When it's late and you're dancing alone
She's in my head saying it's not attractive
Wearing that dress and red
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
and Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
Step right up, hurry hurry, before the show begins, my friend.
Stand in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend.
It'll only cost you fifty
SAY IT'S ALL RIGHT
I'm sorry, I'm not really a salesperson. But I care about this company. It's our family story. Ninety years ago, my
plans, and it really hurts
Every time I go fishin' it'd always start me wishin'
That I could be a child again
Take my 50 cents and go down to the local
can happen
Making love to your girlfriend, anything can happen
What? Say what, say what, anything can happen
She's sleepin wit your best friend cause
(Oh, the wine cooler)
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
can happen
Making love to your girlfriend, anything can happen
What? Say what, say what, anything can happen
She's sleepin wit your best friend cause
what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
This relationship is all that it's cracked up to be
Never lack lust in that
man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a juks, bitch
Motherfucker teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money
You
state's forty cents
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
making it happen
We're making the bells of liberty ring
By getting into that, that wonderful swing
We're adding new notes to those red, white and blue
Up on the airplane
Nearer my god to thee
I start making a deal
Inspired by gravity
If I did wrong I won't do it again
'Cause I can be sweet
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