Lyrics:
like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big
the Range, I'm into nice thangs
I slang weed, cocaine and heroine
50 Cent, that's my name, nigga I bring the pain
You thought shit stay the same, nigga shit
about who's a bigger star, Joe, Jada or Ja?
So close but so far
So many with no start
I can't believe 50 Cent and NY fell off
Then LA came back, then
of life)
(Or the Desi' being stained on my brain)
Afflicted by the pressures of life
At every vital point
Still, I wouldn't give an oint'
Or flinch
your swings
You niggas keep rappin' 'bout your dreams
My reality 50 birds waitin' in the wings
Do it my way
I hit the highway with the batter
So when
Cały fresh a mój look jak Fifty Cent
Łysa banie niczym sqnhead
Zakładam za dużą bluzę
Wszyscy robią mi fit check
Robię trap w każdy dzień (Sorry
Calling it that new loud
Rolling 8 different flavors
Setting fire to the flame
How I start to mac this track
Eight different flavors what you know about
ain't on no lovey dove shit (as we proceed)
[Hook: 50 Cent]
You're my bottom girl (tell me what you need)
You're the one, I put the rock on
You're
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I
all snakes
I committed crimes nigga up in broad day
I spit for AZ right up on broadway i spit for 50 cent right up in the hallway
Yea that boy a problem
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
do one more game of counting by fives on our fingers
This is a long one, keep going
Get set, ready, go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50, 55,
and a paragraph on the back of each one explainin'
What each one was, to be used as evidence against us
And we was fined fifty dollars and had to pick up
as you and I keep it movin like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Yo, I set up shop
* (bonus track on cd-rom)
(chorus / havoc):
Cause in the long run we could be on son
It's on son
Extra cash just for more guns
Cause in the long
Things picking up fast
Confessions just posted can't wait for my incoming 50-cent check
Lately inspiration been nonstop
I'm a kid in a candy shop
Don't
ball, huh, woah
Had to get it on my own, huh, woah
I Don't fuck with it, but I gotta give it bonus
Huh, woah, gotta make it a bonus track
When I broke
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
[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
you by a mile
So step right up to the Mario Party
Cause I'm passing the mic to WesT, and he's just getting started
Yo it's WesT on the track for
that bennigans
Timmy 21 to my competition
I’m a stomp em
In some timberlines
As a youngin listened to 50 cent
Get rich or die trying
Story telling
Lionel Richie
Low Income, I stay so hungry that if 50 Cent came to rob me
He'd be part of my charity
(I want to thank my hood)
To my people cuttin'
sins, son, and walk ye straight
Stop talkin' all that trash, boy, and talk ye straight
Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point
Still, I
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