Lyrics:
rep Jesus Christ till the end
Yeah yeah I've been
I been born again no longer the same am I
I'm a different man you can see it in my eyes
I opened up
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, be
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] see, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett]
a fuck
Boy, you fuck around we 'gon hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
give a fuck
Boy, you fuck around, we gon' hit yo ass up
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with
mobile)
This for my niggas with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggas who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my
Ladies and gentleman
I know you were very surprised when
You heard for the first time
50 Cent is running for the president
I like to thank you
For
With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets
I'm a full time hustler, part-time rhymer
I'm having thangs Pha-real [Pharrell] You punks
by the Swiss
Worn by the rich, with that shit you can sniff
Got not time to play 'round, it's way too much in my mix
I'm talking dollars and cents
me, who he, say he gon' sue me?
Muh'fucker I got bread (it won't be long 'fore you dead)
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you, can't, hold on nigga hold
bus rides 50 cent
Surely you remember the first time you got bent (throwing up everything)
Remember you was crew thick
Remember reasons now
Why u ain't
[50 Cent]
Yeah, I'm A Special Kinda Nigga With Mine's
I Grind, I Get's Paper, You Know What I Mean?
Hahaha
[50 cent]
I'm A Bonafide Hustler,
back
We don't bet no lil shit We bet big bag
Ain't no internet shit Really into dat
Come gamble with us get a big bag
Roll da dice You can get fifty cent
the shooter
[Verse One: 50 Cent]
I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang out
Find out shit is real when I'm at you with that thang out
Cause all kind of commotion
With the chief of the police, who got the keys to the streets
I'm a full time hustler, part-time rhymer
I'm having thangs Pha-real [Pharrell] You punks
like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big
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
of G-shit
When it's time to get active
You know we get sea-sick
We with the business by any means necessary
You can't fuck with this homie
With heart
as hot as it was so they say we ain't as worth as much
Ringtone rappers actors dancers trappers they just outworking us
50 Cent working way harder baby
around and get burnt like a CI
More bars than jail, nigga
Who tryna get a VI?
You dealing with stock owners
Conversation with stockbrokers
Make a call for
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
pie
Who's not ready? Holler I (I!)
Aw, alright, I'll count it again
But you better get hid, kid
Here we go
5, 10, 15, 20
25, 30, 35, 40
45, 50
Look you right in the eyes and tell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The feins up all night
Now ain't no body gonna fuck with Me...
Pushing reps in this rappin...
Got nothing on me...
And when you start out rapping
It's responsibility
Keep
Wicked like you never saw, lets go to war
If talkin' hell is hot my change is 50/50
If I die I'm takin' you with me so come and get me
In my chest yo'
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