Lyrics:
[50 Cent]
Yeah, I'm A Special Kinda Nigga With Mine's
I Grind, I Get's Paper, You Know What I Mean?
Hahaha
[50 cent]
I'm A Bonafide Hustler,
That i had by showing
The world i didn’t care about
Being like other people
I could never go back – 50 Cent
The 50th Law is based on the following
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
(50 Cent-talking over beat)
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
Shots to his chest Fifty Cent like its Many Men
Yeah, Fifty Cent like it's many men
I been getting to the bag I won't stop now
Just like Kyle Lowry you
like 50 Cent
And they peelin' bananas, no dinner plate
And I'm only gone ride with my syndicate
A$AP 'til I die, make it period
Hoes, I got hella hoes
I
[50 Cent Intro]
Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it,
Smile (Ha, ha)â?¦Lloyd
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)
Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
and many men or 50 Cent
Shit, I am 50 Cent, haha
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by twelve four-bit room
with you brother and your best friend too
Sit on the porch and drink some more beer
I don't need your fifty-cent lovin' round here
round here [x5]
the jewelry lookin sicker, the
Coup on them thangs got her panties droppin quicker, got
50-11 hoes, wit 50-11 tats, got
50-11 niggas strapped wit 50-11 gats,
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
what you need (one two)
it's all fucked up now
what the fuck yall gon do now
(50 Cent)
Yo
Yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan
Yea
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
Yea
Niggas salute me
Uh huh
We takin over this shit
(50 Cent)
Yo
G Unit
G Unit soldiers
(gun cocks)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Everywhere I'm at everywhere I go, I stay surrounded by hoes
Even when I'm tryin to be on the low, I'm recognized by hoes
Man,
[50 Cent Intro]
Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it,
Smile (Ha, ha)â?¦Lloyd
a hundred, you a dub (nothin')
Lookin' for me, I'm booked up (where you at?)
50 Cent, I'm in the club (hey)
Diamonds on my earlobe, ice on dyke (huh?)
waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show" (woo)
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep,
waiting to blow
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to "The 50 Cent Show" (woo)
This is my life, my pain, my night, my gun
Now that I'm back, you can't sleep,
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