get that grain, And my n-ggas move cocaine Plus we let them hammers bang I'm talking 'bout the Unit gang. [50 Cent - Verse 2] Inhale! Smell the gunpowder, my
em have a bleed off 44 to the head, will tear a n-gga meat off won't show any emotions when he let the heat off [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yeah yeah, my nick
[Chorus: 50 Cent] I don't really think she want me back then She want me nowwwww She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my styyyyyle
in cash. Then the ball dropped, GUN POPPED! - Bank$ got blast! I make it so HOT! - One shot'll melt your ass! GOT POPPED UP! - Probably till my eyes
around. [50 cent] Respect come from admiration and fear. You can admire me or you can catch one in your wig. See the testosterone the toast is right on my
from New York they come from Yonkers(fades)... [Sheek Louch-Chorus] Im gonna sing my song, ima count my figgas ima ride on people, ima jerk my niggas
up When my label wouldn't drop my shit I ain't get mad, I went got them bricks I had a Jacob like 50 Cent In '04 got my paper acts in me nigga I get
50 Cent, Ciara I'm focused man You should know this man Yes, one dose of me will have you addicted To know me is to love me I handle my business Any
get 50 cents I take a gap from your ass and then I owe you the rest I know the game hoe, and I'm a vet Playing broads ain't based on love You want my
runnin, still makin aftermath classics You might catch me out in traffic 05' Aston, bitches askin' (where i'm from) Ya'll forgot who helped 50 cent pop I aint spent my
50] Haha [Em] God, I love it I know you hate that laugh, don't you? Haha Keep doing it [50] Do it again [Em] What...? [50] Laugh [Em] Oh Haha! [50
in my game people be suckin my dick while i'm bringin the pain missy and milessa all up in my grill Missy: Nigga, you think i'm playing? 50 u need to chill 50
em, chew em up and spit em out too much venom and if you role with 'em we gonna fuck you up with 'em I got too much momentum movin in my direction to lose my
I raise my knife, shit, I'm fiendin' to cut something See I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie If the bitch think I love her, then the bitch don't know me (50 Cent
I'm extra gettin' it MVP is my statistic I just scored a triple double Coke and kush and extacy my trap is guaranteed to bubble MVP is my statistic I
man We don't care what people say This is for my niggas outside all winter 'Cause this summer they ain't finna' say ?Next summer I'm finna' sittin' in the hood
So what, you think I?m ?posed to live in the hood my whole damn life And get married on the ave with my damn wife I?m gon? live my life, and she gon?
Buck You see I'm married to my music but we got a prenupt So, if that bitch don't act right, I'm still gettin' my cut My deals never get screwed my contracts