Lyrics:
still who?
Colonel Buff'lo Bill
Did you ever see a cowboy rope a steer?
-No, we haven't
Or an Indian with feathers throw a spear?
-No, we haven't
to the vultures, Nassau City nigga
Keep it one hundred can't even keep it fifty fifty nigga
Father I pardon I, I apologize
Make ya daughter Five cent Ten Cent Dolla
to be down with the king!
The wanted man from the wanted clan
Wanted by every fan from across the land
Not a G.A.N.G from off the street
R. and U.N. D.M.C
with a lotta lint, not a cent
Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench
What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in
By
niggas heard of you
St. Louis niggas is rowdy rowdy
Cleveland niggas is bout it bout it
50 Cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got
Who the fuck you think let why'all wild niggas in
Allowed you to put down ya guns, and raise ya pen
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't fuck with no pig
We
who who ....
call the party and maybe you tispy and who who who
gave that to you
and why are you lick 50 cents candy shop when you can say yeah with
fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit
Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit
I'm slidin' with thirty, totin' a fifty, sent three
to check you
I'm Chi as buck-fifty's and Pelle Pelle leathers
Some say my beats made the Bulls play better
I say, black on black is the hate that hate
cent blunt spot
V walked the town with space boots, space suits
Fucked up cut but she still say his face cute
Told the streets, "What you staring at?"
Why know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto"
But I'mma let one
Who's the man with that dance?
(Snoop Dogg!)
Who kick the khakis from his pants?
(Snoop Dogg!)
Get the dro' low, anything will stand
(Snoop Dogg!)
C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Bam, boom, what you gone do cous'?
Guess I'm rolling in with them baby
Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be false
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
of your team
To me your line up is pussy
Three wet Pampers
The uzi will have you shakin'
Like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude)
(50 Cent - harmonizing "doo,
with proper energy
Someone who's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
And you can be the one 'cause I'm feelin' ya energy
Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
Take
Why know, my homey Treach from Naughty by Nature once said
"If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto"
But I'mma let one
Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat
Piss and moan, but I'm not gonna fall, bitch! (Yeah)
It's too loud
Can't hear it coming down the hallway
Ramblin' Rose
(Noel Sherman - Joe Sherman)
Ramblin' rose, ramblin' rose
Why you ramble heaven knows
Wild and wind blown, that's how you've grown
Who
and Mahatma Gandhi
Went to the park to check on the game
But they was murdered by the other team
Who went on to win fifty-nil
You can be true, you can be
health began to falter, he called upon my dad, who'd just been drafted to play baseball --
In the forty-third round...
By the Brewers, your favorite
big it came with a moat
For niggas jumping the fence I hope you niggas can float
And I just hope that I'm forgiven for carin' 'bout how they livin'
That's why you gotta watch your friends you
Got to watch me they conniving, shit
The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent
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