Lyrics:
oops, we caught you by suprise
[Mad Skillz]
While you niggas get upset, I'm a get to the point
It's me, the nigga that slayed "E" on the vowel joint
I'm Snapping
Going hard no kap'n
Getting it by any means is what
We call trappin'
No middle man I am the Manufacture
Spilt it fifty fifty then own
like life aint worth two cents
We miss a check and ball like theirs no difference
We getting louie and J's gucci and RAys (ball)
We spending 50
things y'all niggas y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blaow
My pinky ring talk it say, "50, I'm sick"
That's why these niggas is
things y'all n- y'all know my style
Ya wrist bling bling, my shit bling blaow
My pinky ring talk it say, "50, I'm sick"
That's why these n- is on my
Something special
Unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent)
Justin (-tin)
Timbaland (-land)
Goddamn (damn)
She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
Something special
Unforgettable
50 Cent (Cent)
Justin (-tin)
Timbaland (-land)
Goddamn (damn)
She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her
speakin words to my head in the bed
Then after we work then we can do it that one way
Lookin thick as a loaf of bread by legs
And u get at shakin the way
don't prosecute them 'cause it's how they make paper
When you rocking that fly shit that's made in China
By an eight year old child tryna feed his mama
He
They are turning the planet, into a cemetery
Got to work for Peace
Peace ain't coming this way
We should not allow ourselves to be mislead
By talk
Remix, Remix Haha WOOOO
[Chorus: Lil' Flip - Repeat 2X]
Is it cause dem boyz is out there shinin (shinin)
maybe cause dem boyz is out there
our spirits
Earn you some scrillin, reimburse what you're given
Some would hurt for the privilege to work for a living
It's worth every penny to get
ass Get on some grown shit[01:50.88]Can tell when he speak he really aint on shit[01:52.84]Work hard for this gwulla cause bitch i want it
forgot a friends name
When I was listing them
Told them all the songs are fifty/fifty
Profits low that if I split it
To each it'd be a couple cents to them
want to go to work
Thank God it's Friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God it's Friday
Do Your mom now you act so berserk
Thank God
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
50 Cent Lloyd Banks!
Nobody get hurt if nobody don't move
Just give it up smooth (G-UNIT')
Motherfucker you move I'll flash my tool
And blast my
take it
Uh, uh
Man, who let these niggas in
Time to beat them up, Mortal Kombat
Finish them, call me 50 Cent, yea im hated by many men
JiggySquad
in my truth
She can't come near me
Only with the family
Wealth and health the motive
You should know that we got plenty
Make it surf make it work
Make
Blood in my eye, ya ya coming out my mouth
This aint 50 cent, no its not, this is 50 pounds
This is aint 50 cent, 9 shots, this is 50 rounds
If it's
Remix
Aye
Lemme know
Take you fifty floors up in my condo
Ye
how we go ooh how we go
Catching flights from Lagos down to Monaco
Wo oh ooh
Where
like 50
Use to be broke in the past and I prayed for a pact
And landed and they need me to remix it
Fuck all these hoes I don't miss them
like 50
Use to be broke in the past and I prayed for a pact
And landed and they need me to remix it
F*** all these h*** I don't miss them
their cash, call him a play
Nggas bein' cheap by sellin' that
remix sent them right on they way
Every thing for sale, uh, ain't nothin' for the free,
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