Lyrics:
y'all niggaz is stop frontin
'Cause 50 say pop somethin', I'm gon pop somethin', what up?
(50 Cent)
Don't make me send a nigga to you, 16 shot ruger
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, I am 50 Cent, bro
Look, I know I'm wrong
We're both wrong
Just call me back Keem
50 cent or someone else
They do what everyone else
Does even if it doesn’t fit where
And who they are but
You get nowhere that way your
Energy is weak
or a bitch
It really don't matter if you got it and I need it I want it
You know what I'm saying? That's just how it go down
50 Cent ain't fuckin' around,
only 50 Cent
Come back when you got a couple dollars holla.
[Verse 1]
You gonna need more than 50 Cent to play this game
Nigga hating on me cause
with you brother and your best friend too
Sit on the porch and drink some more beer
I don't need your fifty-cent lovin' round here
round here [x5]
places to prevent catchin' the cases
Races in the faces, hall at you laces
This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this
50 Cent, let's see if
name is 50 Cent
And she said "oh you 50 Cent
You know I love your music
I listen to DJ Clue
I hear your music all the time"
And I'm like yeah, this bitch
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
goin' no where (Heyyy, hey)
But you already know me
50 Cent:
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top (Hate it or love it y'all)
And I'm gon' shine homie
little X pills in front of me
And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be, come on
I know you don't want it with me
You know you don't want it
and swallow
Another one of them little X pills in front of me
And tell me 50 Cent was everything you wanna be, come on
I know you don't want it with me
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, be
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] see, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett]
motherfuckin' back out
That's a real nigga for ya
We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and BIG, my nigga
Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga
Biggie your nigga,
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha
(50 Cent)
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love
the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be best friend
If relation will you be my rider to the end
Confessions
a fuck
Boy, you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
give a fuck
Boy, you fuck around, we gon' hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with
50-50-50-50 Cent is the illest
50-50-50 Cent is the illest
Live from Southside, son's the livest one
Representin’ NY to the fullest
Gats I pull it
You bastards
and 50 Cent trick
Bring 'em in (kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in (kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in, you ain't freakin', we ain't speaking, bitch
Bring 'em in
you gotta spin 'em on the low hit the big bumps slow
And most of the time they ain't worth the dough
[Chorus: LL Cool J (50 Cent)]
Now when you see me
the shooter
[Verse One: 50 Cent]
I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out
Find out shit is real when I'm at you with that thang out
Cause all kind of commotion
Nassau Raise Me I more than fine
Made it off the rock but it's more to climb
She say she love me but I know she lie
Bitch Five Cent Ten Cent Dolla
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