Lyrics:
surrender
Ain’t no fallin' back
Tell that nigga I’ma kill him, hang up
And he callin' back like fuck that
When it's up, ain't no down
Every minute we ridin'
like fifty cent
I'm on Mob time
That's grind time, you gone pay the rent
Yea
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I should not fear no
double
My niggas had to invest
You ain’t got the dodie, I give my man fifty
Get hollows ripping through your chest
We been trappin' for couple months
I
You bout to die over a bitch that done been ran through
Yea, so you goin die about this hoe
You fucking fifty other ones but this one got yo throat,
without a trace, no DNA, no, not a drop
'Cause me and Dre and 50, we will never get caught by the cops
CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot
I slide in
45th skippin' like flipper on the glide-in
Comin' through the spot
Jewels drippin' like Poseidon
Different bitches trippin'
Tryna get up
shorty's on his ass
Got down on the ground, and let the three pound blast
Lead went dead in his chest
Tore him a new asshole, right through his
the bread lil niggas need christmas
Banks dont rap wit a back pack
im in it for the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the MONEY the CAKE
[50 Cent]
You heard Banks
whipped, this shit is ridiculous
Shoutout to 50 Cent, man (let the Bandplay)
Huh?
Say you a gangster, but you ain't never shot nothin'
How you
[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
on the toes and saying that's my baby
Buck came through saying "50 show me some love"
Sold him a dub dub something he can sneak in the club
Gave him some
on the toes and saying that's my baby
Buck came through saying "50 show me some love"
Sold him a dub dub something he can sneak in the club
Gave him some
in yo' whip, hollow go right through and hit him (Baow)
Lil' bro do a hit him (Hit him), you must think we kiddin' (Kiddin')
Homie ain't no killer
through his bone
Bitch, you know we get lit in the city
I got power, I'm feelin' like 50
Back shots, now I'm callin' him Ricky
No homo, yeah, I'm
head lil bitch
niccas don't be worth a dime
for 50 cent you can get murdered, that's a worthless crime
i put it on the line, promise ain't no hurting
a 50 cent piece
Spend 50 on some new gold teeth
He's the reason
They leavin' so quickly
You see him sick
Be my season birds
And I bees em Burr
Bitch,
played this
50 cent up on my dresser
Go get a loosie
I know you mad so let's get a groupie
Rubbing off you, girl you rubbing off me
I need a drink when I'm
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
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
the master plan
She had left her friends and introduced herself as Jass she said
This whole event is so intense, of course it's 50 Cent
She grabbed my hands
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
50 Cent, nigga (Uh, huh) , Tony Yayo (yeah)
Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?)
Yeah, and you don't stop
I do a one-eight-seven
yappin' in magazines how he stabbed him
Fuck it, 50, smash him, mash on him, let him have it
Meanwhile my attention's pulled in another direction
Some
yappin' in magazines how he stabbed him
Fuck it, 50, smash him, mash on him, let him have it
Meanwhile my attention's pulled in another direction
Some
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
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