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Walk up in this house you own
Thrust my pelvic bone
Use your telephone, then go fetch me the remote
Put my feet up and just make myself at home
grows in Pennsylvania
I know she's from Jersey
These are the slavery chords I was taught by my grandmother
The things she whispered in my ear
She taught
me for all my sinnin'
I'm doin' it for my kids, I'ma keep winnin'
My son 11 years old, already talkin' millions
By the time he 18, he on his own
country boys sayin', "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own bad guy (bad guy)
It's easy
country boys sayin', "50 we feeling you, mane"
Now you stay the fuck outta my zone, outta my throne
I'm New York City's own bad guy (bad guy)
It's easy
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
[50 Cent]
G-Unit, they ain't ready
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta
Lee was screamin (Do the Right Thing) (Do the Right THing)
Not us (not us) not me (Not me)
Got 49 cent in my Guess jeans (Guess jeans)
And my chain
ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm sitting in my cell
And I'm
my Warner label is perfect
Runnin' back just like I'm a run it back
While my diamonds doin' jumpin' jacks my pockets gettin' fat
I'm gettin' fat,
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
Set to BIG's "The World
Is Filled" instrumental
Yeah 50 Cent, uh huh
Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit'!
She ain't that chick from the burbs
That's
[Tony Yayo]
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
[HOOK: 50 Cent]
Bump Dat
Niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it
Ayy, yo, this goes on and on Shy
Everybody's doin' their own thing from hookering to drug slang
This goes on and on Shy
Everybody's doin' their own
Ayy, yo, this goes on and on Shy
Everybody's doin' their own thing from hookering to drug slang
This goes on and on Shy
Everybody's doin' their own
and buy your publishin'
Aye look at him i own my publishin'
Then why you gettin' all worked up? I mean
If you broke and you own your publishin'
Well thanks
off my jock, she was like static cling
But that's what happens when body start slappin' from doin' the wild thing
Wild thing
She wanna do the wild
off my jock, she was like static cling
But that's what happens when body start slappin' from doin' the wild thing
Wild thing
She wanna do the wild
Never had this much money, got me goin' insane (insane)
Ever since I hit the bottom, been doin' my thing (my thing)
I got a pocket full of blue boys
, prrra-by-by-by, hey
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by-by-by, hey
(this thing right is the story of some everyday hood things)
Prrra-by-by-by, prrra-by-by-by
homes
They never seen a nigga go get it and bring it back home
I don't want out of them zones, I want the whole thing, g-unit!
We done started our own
died, but my pop raised me
The block made me tuck grips
And serve rocks daily
I started scammin’, had my
Bitches doin' drops, crazy
Listen, I got a vision
cigarettes (SLAM!)
A thousand cigarettes up off the floor
Doin push-ups, all that bullshhhh
Yo I`m tryin to (SLAM!)
I just want to give a shout, to all
Nigga, I had a hell of a day
But I admit I was in my own way (hell of a day, in my own way)
I admit I had my mama cryin' over me, what else can a nigga
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