Lyrics:
Yo, what up zone man?
Yo, what's craculatin' man?
Yeah, you got a lot of folks mad last year, man.
That bitch magna t-shirt buggin' out on stage
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
to vote by saying the
Lesser of two evils is still a choice
Well maybe or maybe not
Niggas rhyming like they got 80 Glocks
You home watching I Love the 80's
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
friends
[2nd refrain:]
[Joe:]
My father would give me hell
If I didn't do right by Nell
But I don't wanna be married, I just wanna be friends
Please grant
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
Is it the beat, is it the rap
Is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap
And how do we adapt and get TRL votes
When 13 year olds control the remote
Ayy, Suge what I tell you, nigga?
When I come out of jail what was I gonna do
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right?
Watch
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
stop, I'll go mad
Raoul, I'm frightened
Don't make me do this
Raoul, it scares me
Don't put me through this
Ordeal by fire
He'll take me, I know
rapper tryin' to mimic him
And that's what really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
You would never know
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
though man that hurt yo
But I got work though and I'm at work yo
And she don't call alot but when she do she pouring out her heart
You never listen
her do the things she's never done
Feeling like Phil when I make the play
Everything will be a-okay
Now I think about man as long as I keep doing
stealin lives and divides by land
38th a line drawn not by hand
Get caught and now you gettin drawn by hand
Not paint but chalk that is held by man
Now
You'll do your work for water
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots
Of 'im that's got it
Now in Inja's sunny clime
Where I used to spend my time
Servin' her
a half thug, beatin' ya dick in the bathtub
I get mad love, do a crime won't get bagged up
Roll in the set, put a hole in ya chest, open ya chest,
Writing rhymes at night in the house by myself
I open mailboxes, all I see was more bills
Gettin' cold chicken, walkin' down Ryan's hills
Askin' moms for 50
Ayy, Suge what I tell you nigga
When I come out of jail what was I gonna do
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right
Watch this,
been
I was chokin' mad with thirst
An' the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din
He lifted up my head
An' he plugged
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
[Chorus: Olivia - repeat 2X]
Boy if you want me, then you can have me
I want you to want me and love me unconditionally
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
You
Walking down an empty road
I saw a man in old grey clothes
A stranger
Passing by he smiled at me
But when I looked I realised the danger
For
a good connect for you, okay, okay
(50 Cent)
Look bitch he can't treat you the way I do
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
I got a bunch of paper I
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