Lyrics:
'em he better be easy
Start some bullshit, he'll get his whole crew hit
D-rwizzy, Obie, 50 Cent, and G-Unit
Yo, he don't want it, cuz, he's always
[50 Cent]
Disrespectful
Anything, I let you breathe
Now you're dead
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casualties
End up in a wake
and my mood changed
Hov made me want to throw the diamond up
Nas made me want a QB chain
Styles, Kiss, and Sheek had me in the street
50 Cent on repeat
Save the conversation
And your lack of confidence
Aint no need for evidence
Bitch I’m heaven sent
Follow me truly see
What a dream could be
I’ve
me what I really meant to be
Killa
Glory to the dead glory glory to the dead
Everybody glorious when they mothafucking dead
Glory to the dead glory
[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
my name in vain
When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame
[Chorus / Outro: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
my name in vain
When someone jab to the jaw they be the claim to fame
[Chorus / Outro: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
leaning on the fence
Tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
Really is a prankster, tried to be a gangster
Real big wheel when a gun is in his
what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it
to the center
To get the vending machines
Where he then he would be seen
Gettin' some mini m&m's and some mints
When he went and he spent 50 cent
That he sent
alright
But of course I wasn't about to just give up my son
So I did exactly what I thought should be done
I worked my ass off and I saved every cent
I sold
fifty cents
The ghetto got me crazy, I smell daisies
But I can't die tonight my old lady's pregnant with a baby
Tupac said there's a heaven foe a G
But I
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
Ain't Gonna Change
D-Tay:
I Don't Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
Some Say I'm Crazy For Signin With 50 Cent
Them Same
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
Now, everybody try to find a good hiding place
This old tree is gonna be the base
I'm gonna close my eyes and hide my face
And count to 100 by
train to blow
Just LA said
It was me and bro we was at the store
Me and bro got 50 cent cakes
By the way that I'm bussing they think I'm the lakes
Left
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
my circle
The ones that acting phony
Hard as fuck, put it on cement
Card of luck, peachy be my scent
Pimp on God, call me 50 Cent
Cadillac, tell me how
the master plan
She had left her friends and introduced herself as Jass she said
This whole event is so intense, of course it's 50 Cent
She grabbed my hands
like fifty cent
I'm on Mob time
That's grind time, you gone pay the rent
Yea
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I should not fear no
a hit
Came home did a hit again
Didnt make the news
But that shit hit citizen
I swear to god I been feelin like 50 cent
Loved by many but hated by many
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