Lyrics:
Yea
Just touched down in your city
I'm 'bout to get litty
I might spend like fifty
Yea
These demons try'na get me
But I'm moving way too shifty
I'm
me
Its not likely that we'll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again)
[50 cent]
Go ahead go against me I'll hurt your feelings
is homie, La Cosa Nostra
I won't stop 'til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, motherfuckers
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love
is homie, La Cosa Nostra
I won't stop 'til I'm on a "Wanted" poster, motherfuckers
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love
don't make cents/sense
I'm a hood rich nigga, I ain't never had shit
I really ain't shit; niggaz talkin 'bout me
But they really ain't shit, they
shoppin now I'm contemplating bout stoppin
'cause she could get me off like Cochran
Now that dinner was poppin
Spoiled, her daddy was pumpin
He probly
shoppin now I'm contemplating bout stoppin
'cause she could get me off like Cochran
Now that dinner was poppin
Spoiled, her daddy was pumpin
He probly
the ends?
Well that depends on what the fuck you mean by ends,
If you south of the Thames, then nah, I ain't from them ends.
I'm from these ends, they
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
50 Cent
Ciara
I'm focused, man (Darkchild)
You should know this, man
Just one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me, I
But I'm down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle
to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom buys an eight by twelve four-bit room"
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 an eight by twelve four-bit
Bruder, sag ma' ehrlich, wer will keinen dicken Benz?
Veysel schreibt die Hooks besser als 50 Cent
Bruder, sag ma' ehrlich, wer will keinen dicken
Na Ka hiyo mali sina sahi, then by jioni I know that I'll have it (Yeah)
Kila Saa nakuanga na ma-ideas, most of them ni za asili mia
Ukiwa na mi
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
god! That's a Rolly wet
It's flooded with these rocks
I was selling rocks, started on the block
Now I'm overseas, I get a 50 for a walk
I got lots
or die tryin like 50 cent
Yea cause it's like that foreal
Nigga hustle everyday
Cause I gotta pay the bills mane
Streets called said they need that hot
and they ask for him
By name AUSK nigga I'm boss, I ain't Rick Ross but I do my thing
Im on my Jay Z shit come around your hood like you babysit
But I needs
the lob
She eat dick corn on the cob
Did his bid got hit with fraud
Nigga diss know how that end
Save her name as 50 Cent lil bitch got hit by many men
Oh
back up in the club
Because you sippin on that Henny and
My bitch will get the semi
And you fuck with me I'm gon' let it off
I go off! Off in this bitch
cheaper than you
Fifty cents
Forty cents
Thirty cents
Twenty cents
No, you can't
Yes, I can! Yes, I can!
Anything you can say I can say softer
I
shove it up Ja Rule's ass
I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple
I'm quick to murder ink with lead
And I ain't talking 'bout a pencil
Look
ain't pimp
That ain't G
If you down with that don't hang round me
I'm bout gettin' the paper and gettin' the cheese
Bringin' it back, break it down with
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