Lyrics:
50 cent or someone else
They do what everyone else
Does even if it doesn’t fit where
And who they are but
You get nowhere that way your
Energy is weak
die trying
By any means like 50 Cent
Try to rob me he a idiot
Smoke a big nigga on some skinny shit
Hop out the car or stay in that bitch
Either way do
Ya'll niggas want to get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you want
Nights like this... I wish.
Rain drops would fall
5 heartbeats left
One last deep breath.
[50Cent:]
I got a 16 shot Rugger, I got 16 cars
All over
‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand and then spray
Don’t come with no revolvers, revolvers (boy)
Don’t come with no revolvers,
what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it
[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot
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 handle my
gone make me catch a hat
Fn's n glock's boy it'll get ya zapped
Feelin like 50 cent plenty man want my spot
But I'm movin on my pivot I ain't tryna get
autographin' on the chest, put your bottles in the air for Ya-yo, he on house arrest, and on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West,
now, stomp, G G G G-Unit,
[50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo)
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!)
My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check)
It's my crew and Polow Da Don
I get that kitty ma
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
[Intro]
New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent)
Are you ready? (are you ready?) (*gun cocks*) I said are you
to fuckin' get up
Holla niggaz names on records, that shit is played out
But holla mine in your next line, and get laid out
[50 Cent - Chorus 2]
My jewels
[Intro: LL Cool J (50 Cent)]
Queens!!!! (G-G-G-G-G-G Mix! G-G-G-G-G Remix! It's the Unit!!!)
T-T-T-T Todd Smith!! LL!!
[Chorus: LL Cool J (50 Cent
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
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
on t his part) yeah, 15 cent
Oh I like to give a out
Shout to my record company
Wiz Kelly, Sir Paid Alot i see ya boy
Bobby Proud, yeah 15 cent
Boy at ya
tenth grade was like fifty days away
Tryna get paid fifty ways a day
Used to put fifty on the layaway, now my closet fifty shades of grey
Twenty six
going hard and I ball so hard I feel like
Im roddy boy you either die or get rich trying
Yeah feeling like 50 boy i got so many men
If got a dollar then
our faces when you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit
[50 Cent]
Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco
Betta than soso the games in
on a five on the five wouldja biddle on a
Thirty dollar five on a five would ya biddle on a five wouldja biddle on a
Thirty five.
Well there was a boy
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka
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