Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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,
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,
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
introduced the oceans to the earth
Well whoever made the snowflakes
Made shadows where doubts lurk
I suspect an artist is at work
I know when an artist
The Tower of Montevideo
Has many rooms
Some of them are empty
Since I left you (since I left you)
Standing in silhouette
By the long window
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
(辛い記憶も)
一気に (時代の roar)
即 飲み干す (自分と共存)
一気に (okay now I'm ready fo' sho')
さあ 飲め飲め飲め飲め このグラス ay
さあ 酔え酔え酔え 今 to your artist
ワンショット (one shot) ツーショット
’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,
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
You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from the tortured poets department
I think some things I never say
Like, "Who uses typewriters
I got four good reasons why I cant go back there again
She had skin like a statue, milky white and pure
Carved by an artist who's hand is demure
When evening chores are over at the ranch house on the plains
And there's nothing left to do but lay around
I saddle up my pony and go riding down
Morning fields of amber gray
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
just lost it
I told ya im a balla and i told ya dont mess with this soldier
So everybody just step step left right left
[Outro - 50 Cent]
Yea! 2005
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
.png/300px-Standing_on_the_Corner_(40150284300).png "Standing on the Corner")
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