Lyrics:
waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show" (woo)
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep,
waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show" (woo)
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep,
That pack gonna buss
Holdup
When I'm counting up 100s and 50s of bands don't act like you don't know the plan
I've been whipping and stirring the pot all
50 Cent: G-UNIT
Announcer: MTV News on MTV 2
Gideon Yego: Hi I'm Gideon Yego with MTV news. 4 weeks strong at number one and the Eminem Show is
it, let's get it!
I'm 'bout that! (Making this money)
I'm 'bout that! ( Fifties and hunnits)
I'm 'bout that! (Turning nothing to something)
I'm 'bout
careful bout the school that you choose to attend
This one teacher bitch showed me racism exist
Is it cuz I'm black
Hell yeah its cuz I'm black
Is it cuz I
to watch it
Keep my circle small
The ones that I go profit with might know what's up
And since they know what's up, I drop with confidence
I'm poppin' it's,
to get the dividends, and I did
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
into the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin' loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond,
the fuck runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P they better stick
of the other, cuz this shit ain't guaranteed (ten)
Days go by (20), plays oh my (30) This ain't no lie (40), you know what I'm talmbout (50)
I'ma keep it (50
they say it's Tris
I see she dealing with new niggas, that had me sick
Many men want see me fall, dawg I feel like 50 Cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest
with it
and you runnin, the police is comin, take my advice nigga
Dump that - this is serious, these rap niggaz
I'm just havin fun with it, 50 Cent
Jesus not what I'm bout
You could raise your glicky I'm on fifty
And God gon rain it down
Who's gon win a satan child or a milli child?
Christ done put
a Chevy wit a fo'-fifty-fo' in the hood
That bitch got 125 on the dash (She like it gangsta cause...)
(I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far)
(I'm
fingerprints on your mobile phone
When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on
I'm bout that, I'm bout that
That billy out in that driveway
Cost more than my
for school lunch
You up here lyin' 'bout shit
That you ain't do once
My life? I'm like a modern day RL stein
These stories will give you Goosebumps
I do
Damn, I'm bout to sin again
Feeling like LeBron James
Damn, I'm bout to win again
Feel like 50 cent
Because I'm hated by so Many Men
We used to be cool
fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man
like the hood that we know of
But look, homie, what can I say?
I was just counting the days
As I chill in the haze
Of my spirit on up by Jermaine
When I
Huh?
We come from the trenches, nigga
Trap, trap (woo)
Same fit for a week straight (grrt)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fifty-cent cake, now, we eatin'
hit em Aye..
They know i got that "pop off that pop off' They know i got that "pop off that pop of Aye". They know I'm bout that "pop off that pop off",
this fucking hip hop
I’m in that tip top no flip flop I get gwap
I'm sharper than razor and I’m cooler than a cool pop
Nasty by nature, my chain like
grandma and grandpa you know that I'm gon' make you proud
Told pops, we gon' make it out
No worrying bout payments now
We gon' really run these racks up
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