Search results for 'its 50 mutha fucka by 50 cent' Page #25

the other half before your ass the aftermath

C-c-aught a rat for a snack, a small breakfast
I only need my 50 cal, it's like I'm anorexic
I'm gettin' tired

That's why you gotta watch your friends you
Got to watch me they conniving, shit
The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent

were listening to 50 cent
He asked for 50 I gave him 20 procent
I once scammed a cucumber seller for 20 pesos
I'm dumb rich my competition is jeff bezos

Brrr! Get that money watch it fall to the ground 
Get that money, can you count it by the pound 
Get that money watch it fall to the ground, get that

E.M.S.

G-Unit

No Mercy, No Fear

2002

Yo yo
I need no introduction everybody
Heard of 50 Cent and heard of G-Unit
I'm not high tech and I'm not qualy
You see me in the club
You

and pass me that lil woodie
Check some paper out Ling Ling I'm bout some cash and she gon joog me
By all means go get yo money park the vette just leave it

rappers
50 Cent for a 2Pac
For the low price of half of how much a dollar really cost
Four for five chicken piece
Off the bone, lickin' grease
Salmonella

hoes man these hunnies think the 50 cent
I ain't tryna judge but they've all been through too many men
No way that you top these flows
That's your girl

me and Jed
I'm pouring out the red
That some shit like 50 cent
I just made a thousand cents
You don't make no sense
Use your senses
I see you buildings

Mechanic

DJ 31 Degreez

Stronger Than Ever, Pt. 3: G-Unit Edition

2008

high, hands up high

[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma

The Mechanic

50 Cent

The Return of the Body Snatchers: This 50 Cent, Vol. 1

high, hands up high

[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma

this
A Billion more hits, trillion more clicks
Moredern day gangsters
Robbing the industry
50 cent mentality
Fourth grade arguments
And toddler tantrums

Still bet my twenties into fifties, and wrap the fifties in 100 stacks
No, I'm not a dummy, never took no bitch where my money at
Pimp if it come

Food from the soul, I know you hungry
Gave you my two cents, ain't got money, but
I'll take you somewhere fun and tell you something funny, hey
It's

I throw my 2 cents in
Well make it 5 percent then
If black man is God then
The ghetto must be heaven under fire
Holy war against the races

jag kan pull up där själv
God damn yeah I'm feeling myself
Je m'appelle Mr. Did it by himself
Vill inte ens höra något gnäll
Vart är mazzen, vart är

the fuck", I just lost 60 racks, and made it back, nigga
RTB, I'm a real trench baby
Ion care if it's 50 cent, man you gotta pay me
All she doin' is laying

Street, they scrubbed it off the wall like every week
Famous city by the sea, the streets was cold I felt the breeze
I rose from out the ruins, broke

too close
I'm tryna chase me a dream
And turn em to blue notes
Fuck being humble I'm in it to win it
Saved by the trap this a different religion
Come

heads who hated 90s rap
It's always after that 93ish time in fact
And mine was pretty much, when 50 Cent did In Da Club
Paved way for your Little Wayne's

…time to play around, what is this? (humming
Singing) 50 Cent, I got G-Unit
Gather all my thoughts
All the bullshit I experienced is
Coming out right now

Portrait of the Artist as a Hood

3rd Bass

Derelicts of Dialect

1991

the days
Young strays, posted at the L.Q. on Friday's
Waitin for Dice to give the go ahead
Hawkin 50 cent, puttin heads to bed
for a herringbone hear

[Intro: U-God]
Let me bug out, let me bug out for a second (fucka!)
That's why... (oh! Muthafuckas!)
Mmm-mmm-mmm, it's gangsta, nigga
It's potent

an incision
Fuck where'd the beat go
Ain't no one do it like me
I got the vision
Flow isn't worth fifty cents
More like millions
I've got that animal ambition