Lyrics:
motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me
How you stuntin' these hoes?
Need to talk what you know
And stop talkin' 'bout who I'm sticking and licking
Just mad it
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
that bitch, then pulled off with her friend (skrrt)
"How he get that?" Shh, just know we got it in (brrt)
Gave my partner fifty cent, he shot many men
Woo
Yeah
G-G-G-G-G-Unit (G-Unit)
Haha
It's easy to see when you look at me
If you look closely 50 don't back down
Everywhere I go both coasts
and real phony
Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot, what?
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don't
Mr. Fowler
Making fifty cents an hour
And I'll save what I can
So I can get a piece of land
I'll raise some cows and carrots
Get ahead on my own
Trailers for sale or rent,
Rooms to let 50 cents,
No phone, no pool, no pets,
Ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom
Buys
a man by the name of Gray
Flour was fifty cents for a twenty four pound bag
Now it's a dollar and a half beside
Just like a skinnin' off a flea for
raised by)
Better play it right, yeah, you better play it right
I got loyalty and blood, I do anything for love
And everything for us, doing
got some more in store
When I get through throwin' it on
You gotta' come back for more
Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing
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
[Originally by 50 Cent]
No shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gonna' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink
I gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on
See how time fly?
Hate
Yeah! G-Unit man!
50 Cent man! What? Uh huh!
Yeah! Yo! Whooooo! Whoooooo!
When the street lights go on
- the wolves come out
Stick-up kids they know
and real phony
Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot, what?
Don't stop, give it all you got
You lot, what?
Don't
and 50 cents i am so famous I'm doing
A collab with 50 cent
50th century is his name so with that I went
Oh shit he's upper class I
Bet he pays his rent
is
It all goes by real quick
You can't buy happiness
But you can buy dirt
You can buy dirt
And thank the good Lord for it
'Cause He ain't
Really loved it, didn't earn a cent
No one's buying your experiment
It's so predictable and everybody judges by the numbers that you're selling
Just
Shady/Aftermath money
It's like a monopoly
They probably just now finally understand "How to Rob" fully
50 Cent was like a fuckin' jackpot for me
And Dre, it's
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
a livin' off my lifestyle
It's quite foul how you ain't real as what you write down
I'm right now, fifty cal and some white owls
Ain't nothin' like
just lost it
I told ya im a balla and i told ya dont mess with this soldier
So everybody just step step left right left
[Outro - 50 Cent]
Yea! 2005
The rent is overdue
And we ain't got one red cent
I put it in the cookie jar
The day you brought it home
One day when I came back from town
I
The rent is overdue
And we ain't got one red cent
I put it in the cookie jar
The day you brought it home
One day when I came back from town
I
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