Lyrics:
It's that easy
I had to run it up on these broke niggas
50 bands worth of dope, nigga
It's that easy
Had to run it up on these broke niggas
50
up in his cage
I'm tearing up this maze, my mode's sage
God days, punks trying to act innocent
But they not getting a single cent or gas, pimp it off
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
shoutout 50 Cent
Shawty say she wanna date, nah, she won't get a cent
Skinny nigga but got cake now, don't go to the gym
It's Pimp B I make her walk
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy
Drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin'
We don't give a fuck
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya,
50 Cent Lloyd Banks!
Nobody get hurt if nobody don't move
Just give it up smooth (G-UNIT')
Motherfucker you move I'll flash my tool
And blast my
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
ya coats
Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly
We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas
Also performing 50 Cent, Terror Squad
From the top, we have
john's balls
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love
and the jackas wanna kick in my do' (do')
I'm a d-boy, didn't graduate
But I, got a Ph.D from Pimp State
And I, got a Master's Degree in movin' weight
And my,
my hands befo I touch my dick
Bitch I'm ceasin, meanin
I'm 900-99 thousand, 900-99 dollars, 99 cents away from breathin
Now if she tell that her
to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room"
rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka
at you and the man you stand by
We pimps too make Oprah tell Stan bye
Then we take the cookies like Famous Amos and Grandma
Yep my bucks plus and multiply
Nigga, hahaha (oh)
Yeah (yeah)
Here we go again (it's Shady, haha)
Shady Records mixtape (50 Cent)
The Invasion (G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit)
Part Two
Yeah
It's Shady, ha ha (woo)
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha)
Here we go again
Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha)
Does it make you mad when I
john's balls
All my players in the house that can buy the bar
And the ballin' ass niggas with the candy cars
If you a pimp and you know you don't love
homie then
Just on da one hunnid tip
I be feeling like 50 cent,
My haters be like mini mes,
I Get hated on by many men
Pimp my pen for dividends,
yeah, ayy
That's that million dollar bitch
Two-fifty thousand on the ring, yeah, ayy
That's that million dollar pimp
Do one hundred on the freeway, ayy
a rem-i-nant
Rode up in all black in the deluxe stayed vigilant
Five in the back, two in the front, bumping 50 cent
Crow flew by, what a shifty hint
Three hop
February 20, 2014
50 Cent announced today that he has signed an
Exclusive worldwide distribution and services
Agreement with Caroline capitol
UMG
to the haters, start bumping this shit
My pimp game crazy, you can tell by my wrist
My pinky game clean you can tell by the crisp
And diamonds don't gleam you can
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