Lyrics:
(50 Cent) (outro)
Fifty! (fifty!) Ohhhh! (Ohhh)
I wana bet y'all niggas, it ain't gone be
The old niggas like me!
Trust me, I came up hard! (came up
demolished
You grew up in Southside
Why niggas know you a hoe in Hollis?
[Chorus-50 Cent]
She's something like a porno star
She's something like a super
(Advertiser)
And now a public service announcement
For those who may be
Confused Curtis Of G-Unit
(50 Cent) ladies and gentlemen it's been
Brought
a nigga balls fall inside of her jaws
While her drawers fall or
Like a nightstand in the earthquake caused
By the backstroke, dog style, all wild
Kill
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
happened
50 you know my homie wanted me
To ride on you niggas
Before he could get to y'all
He died on your niggas
Ya popped a lot of shit I
Let you slide
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
they get is 50 cent franks
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly no question
I got more black chicks between my
give her more than 50 cent
Asked her body count she said many many many men
Different flavors, different colors like some M&M's
Nigga fuck yo battle rap,
playin games nigga nah I gotta six sense
That big ole fat titty booty bitch she got no sense
She slobbed on nob for a dollar, gave her 50 cent
And then I
50 Cent West Coast Interview Clip
The fuck you thought?
I was one of them? Yeah
Imma tell you like 50 told me in 03
I don't know what you done heard
Anybody you see me with ready to uh shhhhh
If they ain't killed somebody ready to kill a nigga
When I'm in the trap all the dope get sacked by a bitch
I
ho fresh and press
Thanking the lord cuz a nigga blessed
Keep the 45 pussy nigga, so do not test
50 thousand on my motherfuckin' neck
Nigga tryna
Huh?
We come from the trenches, nigga
Trap, trap (woo)
Same fit for a week straight (grrt)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fifty-cent cake, now, we eatin'
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be best friend
If relation will you be my rider to the end
Confessions
[50 Cent]
Yeah, this somethin special ya'know, somethin epic
Lloyd Banks, you know
Cause a nigga thuggin don't mean he don't
Don't wanna see you
(Woo) , came up off them Snack Packs
50-cent for Shastas
Itchy blop' up in the backpack
Little Caesar Hot-N-Ready box
We had to have that
Made us heavy
You love that hood that you represent
You bout that working and all that money spent
A nigga owe you every cent
My niggas hustle hard just to pay
raps
50 Cent raps I'd rather let
Eminem call me 50 niggas
Than break bread wit a
Rich nigga readin scripture
By the way, if you're Aryan
Nation - FUCK
or something, stop bitch you know you frontin' always wants a different nigga you some kind of hoe or something
[50 Cent]
Yeah Banks, I know the bitch man, 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
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
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