extortion and a good silencer to make it sound like the wheel of fortune all this careless talkin cause im travelin and flossin havin a good time and u havin a
t no new mother fucking Tupac's nigga DMX ain't the new Tupac, Ja Rule ain't the new Tupac And I'll be damned if 50 Cent is the new Tupac Ain't no new
do her thang like she knew me Can't stand a booshie hoe, a booshie hoe Can't enthuse me or amuse me Can't stand a groupie, 'cause a groupie's purpose
50 Cent Over and over, i done told ya boy im a G-Unit motherfuckin soldier boy now when u gon get it in yo brain the gates wide open and the dogs off
nigga! I got a place where bodies don't get found nigga Where the dead sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigga The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen
make room, clear the path Whoever stand in my way they doomed, I might do a year and a half For stabbin a bitch, when I'd rather be in my lab stabbin a
kids was poppin' guns I think about poppin' a gun, and then get the lump sum Grampa my role model, yousta suck on a bottle A pint a Crown Royal, make
little homies lost life, y'all fools feel me I pack a D 'cause I'm paranoid at night time Brother be pullin' jack, I'm in the hood bustin' gangsta rhyme
lie a day like this Hey, it's gonna be a hell of a night Homie u know what it is 'Cause I'm so fly, ya eyes don't lie You fukin' wit a gangsta tonight
every barbershop and beauty salon Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat Thirty-two
A day like this Hey, it's gonna be a hell of a night Homie you know what it is Cause I'm so fly Ya eyes don't lie You fukin wit a gangsta tonight Baby
gone its like a gold mine for my man to take nine and bounce right back he gotta be like Michael Myers (3) this shit must be a sign, these labels must be
thang like she knew me Can't stand a booshie hoe, a booshie hoe can't enthuse me or amuse me Can't stand a groupie, cause a groupie's purpose is usually
I got a place where bodies don't get found nigga Where the dead sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigga The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the
a mutha fuckin man, [chorus x2] If you take a look in my eyes, You see i'll be a gangsta till I die, That California chronic got me so high, Game tell
, minute Second to nobody, baby check it You look as good as your chess And when your neck it, I'm ready to fuck A little head in the truck If a turn gang good, I'm a
To Conceal Extortion And A Good Silencer To Make It Sound Like The Wheel Of Fortune All This Careless Talkin Cause Im Travelin And Flossin Havin A Good Time And U Havin A
[50 Cent] I, know, you, know I'm, on, fiiiii-re [Chorus: 50 Cent] If, you don't know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna