Lyrics:
thang
If you wanna do it then step
Your ass to the ring and bring on your boys
I'm takin ALL you hoes one by one
Hands flyin like bullets from a gun
I
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
[50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo)
(Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!)
My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check)
It's my crew and Polow Da Don
I get that kitty ma
chance, I took the penalty but guessed the wrong way (Listen to your heart)
See I was late, now I'm carrying weight
Like a pregnant female, I got fucked in
slide by with me? (Ayy)
Is you tryna drive by with me?
In the 50, but my whip, see, it do five times fifty (ooh)
She said I got five guys with me (I
All these dreams, I mean I got no time to wait
Love my girl but I told her straight up "don't wait up"
Stumble home late, I'm drunk, we fucked then made
genuine
It don't make no sense
If it don't make cents
I don't do fake friends
I'm wit day ones to the end
I be chasin' Ben
You got me fucked up, yeah, bent
Dippin' in the thangs feelin' cash for dubs
Now that's the type of shit that get your ass fucked up
I'm spendin' big bread so I need the cream
Cook ten
when she messaged me
I knew we're gonna walk by the sea
It might sound little bit crazy
But she a pretty girl, my baby
Now I am seeing she a fo sho
diamonds too
I just got new diamonds by the way
Uh, woah
Dexter, huh
Uh, yeah, uh what
Baby girl, what you doing, where your mans? (where your man)
I
homey got shit locked
Public Enemy #1, Flavor Flav with a wristwatch
All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin the six-fo'
50 Cent
Yo, Whoo Kid, man yo, drop this
Shit, man i gotta go, man let's
Hurry up, let's go, man oh yeah
50 Cent, uh g-Unit oh
Man i'm feeling myself right
fucked up (Got me)
(Got me)You know you’ve got me fucked
Twisted
Girl you got me you twisted (Got me)
Pissed and you tell me that I’m trippin' (Got me)
a fifty
Man, I shitted on that boy, left him shitty (damn)
Spinnin' in the kitty, fucked around and I got dizzy (skrrt)
We ain't never been shy with
love with you.
I said it might sound crazy but I'm so in love with you.
(over chorus)
[Girl]
Daz I'm glad you broke up with that bitch.
change up the topic
Cuz I aint 50 Cent This aint no 21 Questions
I don’t give a damn or understand what you talking
I Told you I aint 50 I ain't lookin for
with two cents would know I'm
A hardcore player from the streets
Rapping about hardcore topics
Over hardcore drum beats
A little different than
that shes loyal to
The best man at your wedding might have fucked ur fifi raw
Mad she never sent that package left a backpack full of clothing
I'll be
pull up with that chopper and extensions (I got the 'xtensions)
I just let it off, I empty about fifty
Mama said, "Quavo don't spend all your Benjis"
diamonds, too
I just got new diamonds by the way
Uh, woah
Dexter, huh
Uh, yeah, uh what
Baby girl, what you doing, where your man? (where your man)
I
said "Cluck, I don't give a shit
If your girl kneel down and suck my dick"
It all happened and the guy tried to choke her
Nigga didn't care, she ain't
and jacuzzis
We turn up and get loopy
I have fun somebody sue
2 am
Barely feel it
At 3 am
I was tweakin
By 4 am
No weakness
By 5 am
I was peakin
Like
Fucked up
Your bitch came to my house to
Get fucked by my roster
My team homie, Peewee put me on it, yeah
These niggas don't want no problems, yeah
I can see it in
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