Lyrics:
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
You know me can't get caught without my chopper
Lil' weak wit fifty I'm itching to see I got cha
B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo
money Broke niggas can't get fifty cent from me
Play wit in da pussy I play wit Da digital
Plays on da way Gotta pay individual
Paving da way Parking
gettin' rings like Sonic
On the hang glide damn I'm so damn fly
This swag kill a nigga so hard
I just seen his man die
Stand by, I got bitches
cutthroat like that, nigga, I got it out the mud
That's on gang
(Keise On Da Track)
MO-motherfuckin'-3
Down by the river (that river)
That's where I
Counting by quarters
Counting by quarters
Now you start with a quarter, that's 25 cents
Add another quarter, that's 50 cents
Four quarters is
New Shit tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
Bump Dat niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it to 'em where they pump at
12
Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around its bad news
Tray pound's in
You know me can't get caught without my chopper
Lil' weak wit fifty I'm itching to see I got cha
B.G. labeled as a bust back nigga
Can't let yo
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
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
your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga?
(YEAH) , you thugged out? (YEAH)
50 Cent is the hottest shit out this year
(YEAH) you bust your gun
and 50 Cent trick
Bring 'em in (kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in (kick 'em out)
Bring 'em in, you ain't freakin', we ain't speaking, bitch
Bring 'em in
on sight
Nigga paranoid, he scared to fly, she
Two cents slut, two cents slut Two cents slut, two cents slut, yeah
Two cents slut, two cents slut, yeah See
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
[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
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)
dope
You fin' to lose when dope
Fiends cut ya fuckin throat
You see my shit is legit, so it's on
Cut a fifty cent slab
And tell that bitch to get gone
It's the number one crew in the area!
The Big L be lightin' niggas like incense
Gettin' men lynched too intense
I'm killin' infants for ten cents
No cent to my name like 50
Been keeping busy tryna stack a billi
Niggas talk a lot they ain't fucking with me
New York City, my city litty
If I can
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