Lyrics:
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No one gives a shit except
Some kids that just got into
Sex on the Internet
So you want the chatroom or
The house in Malibu?
Em, your emphasis is
committin homicides and drive-bys
livin with ?????
but still slanging that fuckin pie
and got more bitches than you
so what the fuck you
repeating that?
Nigga, I'm rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June
Now who the fuck said I can't rap, Jack?
I'm in a dolphins dream, I got it for 'em raw
been here if you would've played by the Rules (Young nigga)
Hey
I must say
You niggas got heart still standing on the block not knowing that that ass
ride my wave
I can't be replaced
No time for wack beef by force opp
Wula nyeli we wont stop oh no
Your mandem got the sauce and we heading to the top
We
I'ma leave this bitch
Yo, I'm dying with yours
Kamikaze, sicker than a motherfucking Nazi
Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi"
weighs eighteen stone
(That's two hundreds fifty six pounds)
I don't mind her fat but,
It's not only that but,
She's cockeyed and muscle-bound, Molly
of the gun,
Rocket propelled grenades blow you away if you front,
We got no police ambulance or fire fighters,
We start riots by burning car tires,
They
feelin' good
When that purple haze hit, I'm feelin' good
Thirty milligram, yep!, I'm feelin' good
I got so much pain, I just wanna feel good
When them drugs
There's sixteen ounces to every pound
Some shit is 'bout to go down
Got sixty-four of 'em
That's four of 'em, smoke somethin'
Burn it down, this shit
The Niggas That Ain't Neva' Had Nuthin Start Doin Strange Thangs
They Say I Must Like Beef, 'cause 50 Got 50 Enemies
But If They Fight Him, They Gotta Fight
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
fifty dollars for a T-shirt"
Limited edition, let's do some simple addition
Fifty dollars for a T-shirt, that's just some ignorant bitch shit
I call
Hurry, hurry, step right up
See the sideshow in town for only fifty cents
Step right up, hurry, hurry before the show begins, my friends
Stand
on fire, that's 'cause of me and Jack, huh (me and Jack)
Fifty deuce got the city loose, goin' platinum (goin' platinum)
Spit the truth in the booth, give
Yo, yo, move out of the way
We got Missy Elliott coming through
Girl, that is Missy Elliott (yes), she lost a lot of weight
I heard she eat one
homey got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo'
50 Cent
Sparks is white like me"
"Haha" "Hahaha" "One time for that boy
Eminem? You know what I'm
Talking about?! One time for that boy
50 Cent! The whole G Unit!
You can tell by the way I walk that I got 'em
Bail any girl that I wanna
Got bitches 'n marijuana
I can tell by the way you move that you
saw
A plowin' through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw
Yippee-I-Yay
Yippee-I-Yo
Ghost Riders in the Sky
Their brands were still on fire and thier
with the yay and be pretendin' that I rap
I used to be lookin' for love and shit but I ain't into that
I got pounds, I got bricks, rental properties
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
the P-I-R-to-the-U
And I put that on my momma
I'mma ride for you baby boo
Yay yay, I said I put that on my momma
I'mma ride for you baby boo
I hope you giving
and Eagle that be's the block
And he's so hot that four hundred degrees the spot
And weed and vodk' got me want to beat a cop
I grease the glock, the scope
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