Lyrics:
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
Tray pound's in
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
please
He think just cause he got bands that he won me? please
I get money, I get money more than 50 cents
Money bulging way more than yo dick do tents
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
Money man
Money man
Money man
I gotta get to the money man
Money man
Money man
I got that shit that won't fit in a rubberband
Money man
Money man
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
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
now I get 50
Lets run up some bands Im down to get it (down to get it)
We outnumbered by these bitches why trip
Never let em come between or take away
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
If it aint bout some money you gone have to leave a message
You Don’t Understand? Lemme change up the topic
Cuz I aint 50 Cent This aint no 21
over the nation
This an emergency alert
I just get that money
But family comes first
Right after God
You niggas fraud
I find it odd
You ain't with
Marvel hit man nigga, D on the beat Ay yo, you sell these motherfucking rocks on these niggas dawg Just to get that money right, just to get by You
I do a 50cent get rich or Die trying
I got a motto
Get rich or die young i hate trying
I go in for it ,spend nights on the street ,in the cold i go in
and get this
Money, twenties, fifties, hunnids
(Ftftft, beep) money, money (Ftftft, beep)
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is
is bent
Count up every cent
You want money
It get honey
Don't get bitchy
That's suspicious
I wanna do what I wanna do
But ma's rent don't get paid by
a gift
So nuh badda wreck it
50 Cent, him a tell dem fi check it
Let's get money, niggas like my style
I'm chipped up
Still I won't hesitate to shoot your
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
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
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
love it
From Washington to Franklin whether grinding or ganking
Getting money gives a sensation that leaves me captivated
Fascinated by the thought
50 Cent: G-UNIT
Announcer: MTV News on MTV 2
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