Lyrics:
50 Cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
The Memphis niggas is rowdy rowdy
Them
yeah)
50 Cent, too much Henny, man, I'm bent, I'm outta here
I got places to go, got people to see (yeah)
The penitentiary ain't the place for me
yeah)
50 Cent, too much Henny, man, I'm bent, I'm outta here
I got places to go, got people to see (yeah)
The penitentiary ain't the place for me
(yeah), don't call me Kim, ho (the fuck?)
Got good pussy, have him bustin' out my window (good pussy)
Feel like 50 Cent (why?), 'cause I got many men, ho
pioneer paving the way
Eminem, 50 Cent, I've been""Patiently Waitin'""
Now the time finally came to throw my name in ya face
Like BRAP
Wasiu, nigga I'm in
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I
and 50 cents i am so famous I'm doing
A collab with 50 cent
50th century is his name so with that I went
Oh shit he's upper class I
Bet he pays his rent
keep it real with my hustler hoes
I got a, pump or two, who gon' boost them clothes
I gotta get mine, girl you gotta get yours
(I gotta get mine,
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
Got it on smash oh, Na nashe
Hitmaka
Yeah, I bet you wanna see me naked, don't ya?
Ah, I got your main nigga checkin' for me
Ayy, fifty bitches in
the blame but I'm the one that broke my granny stove
Shoulda stuck to the code but I didn't nigga
Que kilt Bishop and Nino Brown started snitchin
Fifty cent I
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent; can I live
Winners win said I couldn't, then I did again and again
I'm a winner I got through it; no excuses
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
hoes and O's)
Smokin' out this pound, nigga, I don't smoke skinnies
Ride pass me, niggas mad 'cause my truck cost a Lamborghini
I got all this money
bustin' out my window (good pussy)
Feel like 50 Cent (why?), 'cause I got many men, ho (okay)
I be fresh as fuck, expensive linens with no lint
the tech with the vest
And you shooting at your neck
Nigga you about to get it next
I'm so bomb, Flex drop one
Fuck that, hella hoes, Flex we got one
Yo, I
I mean 50 he a grimy n****
Think he shot my brother I'ma find that n****
We don't see his punk a** unless he on TV
Yeah, he did my brother dirty
You know me can't get caught without my chopper
Lil' weak wit fifty I'm itching to see I got cha
B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo
[Intro - 50 Cent talking]
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland]
Timbaland sounds so good, but I might
Ricky Bobby, I be cruisin'
I just did a song with 50 Cent, don't give a fuck about him nigga, two-some
Overseas, talkin' guapanese, twisting lids with
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
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin
and hennessy I know ya'll envy me
but l wont let my tallent go to waste, dog.
[50 Cent]
Now since you're cryin for mercy I promise
My success'll be the death
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka,
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