Lyrics:
50 Cent: G-UNIT
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Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
Got 50 cent for my many men
I Pour a 4 in the back of a mini van
I Pour a 4 in the back of a mini van
Got 50 cent for my mother fucking many men
They
Nigga, and you can't replace the late great one
And when you gone, you only gon' be the late fake one
Nigga, please, stick to the script
Before the guns
get it in girl
[50 cent]
I bet to you it may feel like I'm in a rush
Give it to you how you want it until you've had enough
Bottles of champagne, I
envy
You say you got money nigga really
I bring them racks in by the plenty
You broke as fuck don't got a penny
Don't need yo two cents
You wasn't
years away from when they say
The world's expected to end
And I ain't even begin
That's more ironic than a bum asking
For 50 Cent from "Many Men", one
in holy water and take lighting showers
Use Posiedons wife blouses as a towel and by now ya
Wondering just how the fuck I do just what I do...
50
of Floyd done put that fear into many men
Many men
Fifty Cent Many Men
I'm not a fan can't pretend
Shit get crazy where my baby
Rock my baby FN
Shorty mad
Agh, agh
Bnizz productions
I bet you can't smile like that
Slap corn and we slap right back
Whoosh
Whoosh
I bet you can't smile like that
Slap corn
fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom buys a eight by twelve four bit room
I'm a man
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
strange
I haven't recognised myself in days
Got me sitting by my phone, said I'd keep it on the low
But I cant cause your name is taking over my brain
biddle
Onna fifty dolla fifty dolla. Wouldja gimme fifty, wouldja gimme fifty dolla
Bill? I gotta fifty dolla bidja now, five, wouldja biddle onna
on top even from the rear yeah
Call in sick to work
Can't get worse, damn I'm a jerk
I'm all alone and I'm trippin' my girl
I keep on missin
Got me
[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
useless if yo stack don't have Ulysses S Grant
That's the 50s is you with me let's hit the bank then
Money like music I Benjamin Franklin
I'm out for
another knot
Keep your bank on swolle and your honey in the pot, bitch
Because I can back it I can't help but talk shit
Feeling like 50 Cent when he
lame
He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent
He looked up at me like I was crazy
I said listen man i rather give you my last
To see you live again
of me
I'd like to make some cents
Telling fortunes, circus tents
I'd like to make some cents
By writing new commandments
I'd like to make some
the Range, I'm into nice thangs
I slang weed, cocaine and heroine
50 Cent, that's my name, nigga I bring the pain
You thought shit stay the same, nigga shit
body empty all your fluids
Know this ain't no race I'm glad that I'm losing
You a window shopper ain't got 50 cent to do laundry
He keep a drum on his
Animal ambition does the same
Q: What has been the nicest car you've owned?
A: The 100 EX rolls royce
Q: Hey Mr cent i need to know if there
Is any
plans, and it really hurts
Every time I go fishin' it'd always start me wishin'
That I could be a child again
Take my 50 cents and go down to the local
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