Search results for 'hoes by 50 cent' Page #13

cent on the day of release
They want the artists to keep makin' ways
But don't even pay 50 cent for a stream
But I be outside, I be on vibes
I be on ten,

put one inside his contact lens

Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz

Death wished on me by many men 
But I ain't 50 cent feel like

with no dad

Feastin' studio is all I had
I'ma get rich or die tryin
For 50 cent, I'll sling the iron
In middle school, I was still a neck pack

You try

G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
50 Cent, nigga (Uh, huh) , Tony Yayo (yeah)
Whoo Kid (Is this what you want?)

Yeah, and you don't stop
I do a one-eight-seven

fifty’s and Hundies
Man I’m all about the cream
What you mean
I mean cho
I mean doe
Nigga I need mo
Nigga what you mean
Legal tender sufficient funds

50 cent, uh llod banks, uh
Young Buck, uh game Nigga' G-Unit

Haha it's easy man, it's easy man
Ay yo I switch my hustle
No more dice games dillemas

Wo-Wo bist du jetzt? (Ey)
Ich bin oben, oben wie Mount Everest (ey)
Laufe wie ein Präsident, aber lebe wie ein 50 Cent (drraa)

Auf Wiedersehen,

, I'm talkin hoes like bitches
And you know hoes get expose like snitches
I told D i want em frozed by Christmas
25 on his head he ain't even worth 50

hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up

cigarettes
Competitive verses, I polish my verbiage
I keep it 100 when doin my service
Don't make no cents for you to only be 50.
Im calling you Curtis

The streets had me in a trance, pistol in my pants
Only fifty cent to my name but had the power in my hands
I did it my way (my way)
Did my own thing (yeah)

down in that minivan
I feel like Curtis Jackson
Bitch I'm feelin' like 50 Cent
Yeah
Yeah
If the police gon flick us when we in a foreign then we

ain't 50 cent
One day we look back on it all realize it's Heaven sent
I pray a nigga don't try me I don't wanna repent
Cause I don't too much a talking

Harold's Super Service

Old 97's

Early Tracks

2000

Here comes that guy in his stripped down Model A

And he says, ?Gimme 50 cents worth of regular
Check my oil too, if you don't mind
Put some air in my

Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought

ain't talkin bout no rap chick when I say rawki badd
Niggas tried to tell these hoes I'm lame they obviously mad
Peaz where you been at all year prolly

them
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm surrounded by many men
But see them boys ain't killing me
They treat me like Metro
If I don't trust you they go

to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes

I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
This is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men

No 50 cent
But I'm wild
I can't get no rest
Up all night

Don't get

I'ma be out, this ain't even that long
Trenchwerk
Ay, ay, ay, ay, uh
Nard & B

I'm a paid-ass nigga and these hoes know it
You a broke-ass

I could rule the world
And if I do, we gon' split it fifty-fifty like the last slice

Be-Been around the world, and these hoes don't mean nothin'

Hobo Hoeing

Too Short

Married to the Game

2003

hoes want chicken feed
Ain't none of these hoes worth 50 cents
So break these ladies all you pimps
Never have this much fun anywhere, to go back home, I

Southern Hospitality

Mr. Quikk

Murda Murda

2001

Cadillac grills, Cadillac mill's
Check out the oil my Cadillac spills
Matter of fact, candy paint Cadillacs kill
So check out the hoes my Cadillac

Party Ain't Over

50 Cent

Rumors

2008

[50 Cent]
This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy (ayy, ayy)

I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it