Lyrics:
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
pretty good some play so bad it hurts
We pick up their golf balls that fly over the fence
We shine 'em up a little bit and sell 'em back for fifty cents
I could understand it
V the beat bandit who bring heat for the mic, unhand it
Whoever go after burn they hands and lips
A lot of rappers ran
[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,
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
stuck for so long to the steering wheel
Seven out of ten
Eight out of ten
Nine out of ten
Good shot
Here's your 50 cents
Good luck
do,
I could be 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
[Tony Yayo]
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
[HOOK: 50 Cent]
Bump Dat
Niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it
[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
Gimme couple good rhythms my spirit need to vent
Im chasing big dollars big brother gimme cents
Le chemin du roi on it like my name 50 cent
They told me i
the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be best friend
If relation will you be my rider to the end
Confessions
[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
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
one off issue
Two-fifty-two on the scale, that's a nino
Eighteen sales, five hundred-four grams
Add an extra gram when you weigh it with the ...
Real
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
I saw a sign for a jumble sale
Went on by thinking what the hell
I'll go and see what's up for grabs Broken toys and paving slabs
Some people think
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
driver
And he lay down and thought about the whole night
And he looked up at the photo that he bought at a junk shop
It was only fifty cents but he
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
Yo yo
I need no introduction everybody
Heard of 50 Cent and heard of G-Unit
I'm not high tech and I'm not qualy
You see me in the club
You
and a bottle cap
I bought mine on sale
Why the fuck did you bring me here
You're selling souls for
Ninety-nine cents and a bottle cap
Bought my ticket to hell
tryin Kesha nope
Nine shots like 50.
This style be nipsy
These 2 chains be crispy
My style just fit me
Jaquan I'm tipsy
Rode by just missed me
Leave
The local factory's been pulled down
By an overseas corporation
Now all of my brothers are looking around
For alternative occupation
I was
are left with no choice!!!
in china, nike pays workers fifty cents a day
in the U.S. lawmakers give china "free trade"
human rights-based sanctions
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