Lyrics:
gonna shine homie until my heart stop
[Go Head] envy me
I'm raps MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere so you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
From the beginnin
Big boy
Big boy
Big boy
I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force Ones
(Big boy) stomping
man was thirsty, I could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a juks, bitch
Motherfucker teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
fifty-eleven girls
Posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill
Brooklyn brim with my eyes sittin' low
Every boy in here with me got that smoke
And every
(Oh, the wine cooler)
Johnny Ryall is the bum on my stoop
I gave him fifty cents to buy some soup
He knows the time with the fresh Gucci watch
Probably 'cause I gotta tell myself another lie
'Cause that's what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
Wanna hold you,
Look, mama, I made it (grrt)
Look, I remember the days
Same fit for a week straight
I used to eat fifty-cent cake
Now, it's Philippe's
It's
[Pharell]
Nah man, we don't take our chains off...nah
We're here to make noise!
We're here to make noise
With VA and Detroit boys
We're here
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya
Use a rubber if the bitch is on the pill, boy
The complete opposite of a kill-joy
Stick-ups, shoot-outs, hustling, I get ill
Boy niggas run up, they say
The Streetz Man Them Boys Betta Stop
U Kno We Keep That White Girl, Christina Aguilara
My Jewelry 2 Loud Homeboy I Cant Hear Ya
I Need About 50 If Them Bricks
the charming Mary from Canoga Park
Up next in her bid for the semi-finals
Hi, Mary how'ya doin'?
(Having been fucked senseless by the
Boys in the crew
MARY does
niggas get tried, survivable, nobody liable,
I got caught by 5-0, grandmama came to court wit her bible,
But when the judge hit the gavel, too far from
trip I'll come for yo head
[50 Cent]
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin' ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin' you so long
The top
trip I'll come for yo head
[50 Cent]
I'll have your nigga in an ambulance tellin' ya hold on
The choir in your funeral singin' you so long
The top
[Hook]
I am 100, I double 50 cent
If you wanna talk ish ya derrier gets kicked
Show you who's boss like Feds did Micheal Vick
And show ya how
so allow me, hand me ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror
I can't wait to do cribs, MTV c'mon get at me
Any rapper wan get at me, tell ya label contact me
Half four hundred for a feature, wanna battle, I'll
Step right up, hurry hurry, before the show begins, my friend.
Stand in line, get your tickets, I hope you will attend.
It'll only cost you fifty
Big boy
Big boy
Big boy
I said give me two pairs
('Cause) I need two pairs
So I can get to stomping in my Air Force Ones
(Big boy) stomping
Paul 'longside Beyoncé, now hear de man say
Dis a dutty ye, dutty yow (yow), dutty ye (yow), dutty yow (yow, yeah)
Beyoncé sing it now ya
Baby boy
G-Unit, UTP
Hahahaha
G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP (yeah)
G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em, Buck
50 Cent, that's my name, man I ain't fuckin' playin'
I just walk
I wish I had a nickel for every fight I fought
Stealin candy out the sto' like I can't get caught
Just a lil' bad black boy, it ain't
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