Lyrics:
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P
called the b**** la**y
Young savvy, bang her like Cincinnati
Above average, fly like I'm Aladdin
They bend backwards, done the p**** at them
I'm Ben
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
the faggots in the ring, watch 'em all quit
All y'all niggas is pussy, suck my dick
Ain't nothin' but a handful of man still standin'
I remember 50 in
jajaja
T-pain
Victor "el nasi", "nesty"
W yandel
En conexión con 50 cent
Y todavía se atreven decir que son los numero uno jajaja
Seguimos
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
P, Snoop and Mystikal
Pull over, I'm takin pullas
Fucked up, can't ya tell?
Take a smell, let me whiff that
Since God goes, you gone
Tatoos, that can
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
motherfuckers that killed Biggie
Notoriouses, bring that Benz in
I'm about a dollar, nigga fuck 50 Cent
I heard Tony Yayo can't pay the rent
I heard Lloyd
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
the 44, he rollin' wit 50 Cent
Untold the 50 gallons rock it like 50 Cent
Yea, bussin' at the sky, fuck it I'm high
So big one hit you, your cousin'll die
You lost your common sense for a buck and fifty cents
But full of confidence so high I don't know why
I, I don't know and I don't, I don't care
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
Fifty P's ain't no weed, I need a hunnid least
I'm from the, uh, uh, uh, I ain't get no sleep
I run through these bows like I'm Deon, niggas peon
fifty-homie salute
I’m out to Compton Zoo with the extras
El Cos, Monte Carlos, Road Kings and dressers
Rip Ridaz, P-Funkers
Mexicans that eff with me
Nobody
Jesus told you niggas to do?
Work for four dollars and twentry-five cents an hour
And y'all ain't stealing shit?
Well you know me, I started stealing
Nice]
Hoods is up so skills is up
It's a stick-up, so why'd you interrupt?
So such bust material cerebral
I'm eatin cereal with spoons sippin Cepacol
fifty dollars for a T-shirt"
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch shit
I call
going against 50 Cent
That's a no no y'all know better than that
Flowers blooming, morning dew
And the cats just ain't the same
It's a pleasure when you
your swings
You niggas keep rappin' 'bout your dreams
My reality 50 birds waitin' in the wings
Do it my way
I hit the highway with the batter
So when
of them artists that's
On that P diddy show
I can hit you wit' the scope
Or hit you wit' some coke boy
Make sure you hit me back
Soon as you want war
stoned shh but what, I'm grown
Over 21, come over to my zone
In less than two hours see a 50 box blown
Lovin' the smell, feelin' the texture
And we got
the K on tour
When we carry the 44, he rollin' wit 50 Cent
Untold the 50 gallons rock it like 50 Cent
Yea, bussin' at the sky, fuck it I'm high
So big one
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