Lyrics:
(Mary)
M-J, 50 Cent, G-Unit
This is simple
I feel you understand
Another man
Can't quite
Love you girl (yeah a little louder) like I can
Your
ya) No need to run from heartache
It's gonna get ya, get ya for sure
Yo Mike, my man, what about your story?
My story?
Boy, yo rizz (Laughs)
we would never get old
Went from loosies and buses, and fifty cent sodas
And Novas to Hondas to Lexus to Rovers
Mad years passed ,still got each
Give me all the chicken heads from Pasadena to Medina
Bet Big get in between ya
Then pick the prognosis, doses
Blends and Bends like Twizzlers
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend
It'll only cost you fifty cents to see
What life has done to those like you and me
See the man
I tell you what you wanna hear all the time
Just because you're so damn fine
Busy, busy boy
Busy boy
Busy, busy boy, aren't ya?
A busy, busy
turn Muslim, I?ll go and see Ibby and Shifty
I got a brand new deal, at the other end it?s 50/50
I'm 50/50, hold tight Big Dadda
Eskiboy, Roll Deep, Boy
ass on ya, that's the last straw you're hopin' to draw
Yeah, you fresher than most, boy, I'm just doper than all
Boy, I'm that boy, boy, them boys
Cent g-Unit, ha ha
You want beef with me?
Take a number and get in line
You want pairs with me?
I pop ya top off with the nine
You mad at me? Shit,
Gettin' fed through his arm in a hospital will slim him up
Get it through yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers, light the block up, iller than
A copper.
How do ya like that boys, a copper.
And we went for it, I went for it
Treated him like a kid brother
And I was gonna split fifty-fifty
to calm these boys down
'cause to be honest I can't, so Pal
Why don't you just give us da keys and pounds
Now Guess What He Said?
Ya'll want my spot?!
teeth fixed
I'm the teflon don boy I get busy
You're legs to strong doing sex with pretty ricky
760 drive by light tint
With two hoes in the whip looking
G-Unit (buck), we in here (buck)
We can get the drama poppin', we don't care (buck-buck-buck)
It's goin' down (buck), 'cause I'm around (buck)
50
50 Cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
The Memphis niggas is rowdy rowdy
Them
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A copper.
How do ya like that boys, a copper.
And we went for it, I went for it
Treated him like a kid brother
And I was gonna split fifty-fifty
ya corpse near a whole choir
That's what u get for runnin round wit no grip like old tires
Issa Whole lotta bums in ya circle
Before rap I got money
the stacks
Can I get a hey (Hey!)
Can I get a ho (Ho!)
Dogg Pound Gangstas and Bad Boy
Here we go
We bustin' heads with a Moet bottle [glass break]
a movie
Hot tramp Daddy's little cutie
You're so fine they'll never see ya leavin' by the back door, mam
Hot time get it while it's easy
Don't mind come
God)
Big boy Ferrari, drop the top, it's red like February (skrrt)
Ten-carat earrings, a hundred grand, no kizzy (ya dig?)
This bitch geekin' off
mouth, you should hear how they talk 'bout me
[Verse 3]
I love 50 Cent, that's my dad
But even my mom talk about him bad
She says since he blew up,
G Unit... 50 Cent... Shady... Aftermath... the dream team
We gotta get the get well cards... niggaz is sick
Feel this...(non stop)...
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