Lyrics:
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
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
on your mobile phone
When you sippin' that shit we keep blowin' on
I'm bout that, I'm bout that
That billy out in that driveway
Cost more than my house did
I was at the motherfucking corner store
(Store, store, store)
I was looking for a 50 cent cake
(Cake, cake, cake)
But I saw this honey bun in
it rain but I ain't
Talkin bout money from the sky
I'm talkin about everybody die
I'm the Mo City Don and
The King Of The Ghetto
Z-Ro is a one man team
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
on the right
Scream one last time
Yeah! Ha ha
Still Aftermath, 2006
And don't worry bout that "Detox" album, it's comin'
We goin' make Dre do it (ha ha)
50 Cent
gotta die, I'd rather homicide
I ain't have fifty cent when my grandmama died
Now I'm goin' back to Cali with my Jacob on, see how time fly?
Hate it
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
up like 50 Cent
But all I knows the dolla
And all I know is guala
It's a shame to see a boy
Blinded by bein a balla
Y'all think that I'm a villain
money, I got power, I'm not 50 Cent (no)
But I can teach you how to rob, I been doin' it (yup)
Bitch it's President's Day, I'm the president ('course)
I'm blasting shit
I'm by myself i don't care bout no management
ATM still be the mob with this rapping shit
Me and skate keep making hits back to back
vocab that's apart
Took her to the movies I don't know if she's the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be
and repent
For your sins aye
IV stacking up wins aye
Now I'm saving up for that Benz aye
You can come ride with me girl
Imma call Uber for your friends aye
the choppy flow
The rocks that glow
I'll have your man laid out in a hospital
He wasn't thinking with his
Mind, he wasn't logical, what? Yo!
Woah, 50 Cent, 50
trip by the 'jects
Look at me wrong, boy, get you stretched
I'm 'bout that foolishness, VL ruthless, huh (yeah)
Got no feeling for a fuck nigga
sure bout it (bout it)
[Yung Joc:]
Imma get rich and imma die tryin'
I ain't 50 Cent but respect my mind
Respect my gansgsta respect my shine
Put your
it (bout it)
[Yung Joc:]
Imma get rich and imma die tryin'
I ain't 50 Cent but respect my mind
Respect my gansgsta respect my shine
Put your click in
To all my hustler niggas
To all the muthafuckas out there that's rollin'
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Fuckin' with the birds
Check this out
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
coming in you know that I’m stacking it
2 years ago I couldn’t even imagine this
I put in work this ain’t happen by accident
How you 50 when I kept it 100
back, BAM! Bash in her teeth, AWW
Guarantee you this, that bitch gone see stars!
Respect my gangsta
I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha
I know +50
keep a lil Uzi
I keep a 50 inside of my clip
If he talking that shit knock some cents in his head
I'm just a lil bit shaky I ain't in da club
Cuz I know
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