Lyrics:
Purple Rain, baby, stupid
Reproduced and directed by 50 Cent
Starring Curtis ''50 cent'' Jackson
Clifton Powell, Treach, Gabriel Casseus
Sasha
Delvalle,
it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit
some cap in my rap
By the time this shit drop, they gon' pay me some more (uh-huh)
And I still can go back to the trap
Send a box, pick it up, make
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I got the magic stick
I know if I can hit once, I can hit twice
I hit the baddest chicks
Shorty don't believe me, then come with me
a vest on that Teflon
Like a don should i'm rollin' sticky green
Every nigga with me clean
Strapped the fuck up know what I mean?
This is 50 Cent, Banks
Check come in time then you pay up If you owe me some money then pay up
Give me free throws like a layup It's the first of the month gotta pay up
but ain't worth half the cake
Have me runnin' from Jake, in a GS with bad brakes
They want to knock me take for Christ sakes
50 Cent, let's see if
[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
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
a young nigga thirty years and he stuck (and he stuck)
Still prayin' he don't give me up, huh
We gon' wake yo' dog up out that cash, huh (brr)
Send
that money man (yeah)
Let's get that money man
Let's get that money man (yeah)
G-G-G-G-G, G-Unit!
50 Cent uhh, Greg Street, ATL to Dallas
You heard me
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
till my back is bent
Count up every cent
Pay my mama rent
Tired but not spent
Work till my back is bent
Count up every cent
Try and set me up
Bitch I'm
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me
Yeah! Ha ha
Still Aftermath, 2006
And don't worry 'bout that "Detox" album, it's comin'
We gon' make Dre do it (ha ha)
50 Cent, G-Unit
Obie Trice,
Yeah! Ha ha
Still Aftermath, 2006
And don't worry 'bout that "Detox" album, it's comin'
We gon' make Dre do it (ha ha)
50 Cent, G-Unit
Obie Trice,
[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
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
Who gon' get this lead from me?
Fuck niggas up and laugh like
Somethin’ I said funny
It's been a long minute, yeah
It's been a long time
I got a lot
[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,
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
I'll give you something to talk about
I go off
Come around me fronting I'll air you out
I go off
Yeah! you
(Grimey ass niggas)
Put the 50 Cent beer away
(Put the 50 cent beer away, we ain't drinkin? that)}
{We gon? drink that expensive shit tonight, baby
on my wrist
Gelato smoke it up
I'm chiefing hella big
If she gon bruk it up
I might just grant her wish
2 cups (drank) put it out
Smoking gas by
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