Lyrics:
than 30 million albums 50 Cent's
Highly successful catalog
Including Get Rich or Die
Tryin', The Massacre
Curtis and Before I Self Destruct
Will continue
To all my fans
Love 50 Cent
Happy Valentine's Day, hmmm
To all my fans
Love 50 Cent
Happy Valentine's Day, hmmm
To all my fans
Love 50 Cent
Happy Valentine's Day, hmmm
on quite a show
And made some money
Then left town
Where they went I don't know
Hey all you suckers
I heard a fat woman say
Come on in for fifty
Yeah
It's Shady, ha ha (woo)
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha)
Here we go again
Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha)
Does it make you mad when I
flow?
You can't understand how I get my dough
50 Cent, I'm on fire 'cause Shady said so
I'm on fire (here we go now)
Everybody's in a rush to try
so cagey
He's a flim flam man
Hands off the man
Flim flam man
He's the One In the Trojan Horse Making
Making out like he's Santa Claus
Oh Lord,
all restless
I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent
Vivica,we can share him like the president
Tabloids,I don't care,it's irrelevant,I'm heaven sent
on quite a show
And made some money then left town
Where they went I don't know?
Hey, all you suckers I heard a fat woman say
Come on in for fifty
Brought the world 50 Cent, you did squat
Piss and moan, but I'm not gonna fall, bitch! (Yeah)
It's too loud
Can't hear it coming down the hallway
50-50-50-50 Cent is the illest
50-50-50 Cent is the illest
Live from Southside, son's the livest one
Representin’ NY to the fullest
Gats I pull it
You bastards
(50 Cent)
Yo this is 50 cent, yaknawsayin?
I'm here with my man Whoo Kid, you know how I put it down nigga
It's not safe around here as soon
It was a lucky April shower
It was the most convenient door
I found a million dollar baby
In a five and ten cent store
The rain continued for
It was a lucky April shower
It was the most convenient door
I found a million dollar baby
In a five and ten cent store
The rain continued for
Kim, Fox
You're just like a little windbox
When I press tight on the trigger of this Glock
Just swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Myself
D12
50 Cent
Obie Trice
Stat Quo
And I would also like to introduce
The two newest members of the family
One goes by the name of Bobby Creek
Ayo
You know who the fuck this is, it's 50 Cent
I'm hangin' with my man Lloyd Banks, my nigga Tony Yayo
It's comin', we comin', nigga
All this
’m critically acclaimed muthaf-cker
Around the World, I’m 1 of 1
There will never be another me
I’m a perfectionist striving for perfection
50 Cent, fuck with me,
I paid fifteen million dollars, twelve hundred and seventy-two cents
I paid one thousand, two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five cents
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