Lyrics:
Paid Tha Cost - like Tha Boss
When I floss - like a boss
Big house - like a boss
Rep the North - like a boss
Who the boss nigga? Who the motherfucking
of my pain and the medicine
Never met someone who played games with my head as much
Fate tethered us together like two felons
Must've fell in love with
the kitchen
Put guns in niggas mouth
Like "Who's u dissin'?"
We give for they knew who you was missin
Nigga
You can either have a gun at the chain
Or one
south
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)]
Hate it or love
Because we've seen The Blueprint
With Jay we've seen that you could come in
The game and do 10, 12
15 – still win and still be the
King of hip hop we have
but gettin' big
Half the niggas I run wit' gettin' jig
The other fifty cent balancin' a bid
Oh shit, got this bitch seeded
To God I pleaded
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
who I came with Caveman, caveman, 9 -11, the way I just came in Patiently waitin' to blow up like the World Trade We're the Fed Tech, cause this tracks
a Tesla shooting yellin nigga drive...
But I'm ...
Tryna be a nigga with a drive ..
But I'm ...
Not even a nigga who can drive...
Bow your heads...
Like
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
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
the mystery God and murk you
Burry you mother fuckers in the ce-ment
Miss a post of that nigga in the pre-cent
Should of known my niggas don't play with
Who the fuck you think let why'all wild niggas in
Allowed you to put down ya guns, and raise ya pen
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't fuck with no pig
We
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
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
when 50 cents
Felt like a thousand dollars
Win a Nobel sippin’ Mamajuana
Don't tune to the Oscars
No time to give life to an ounce of drama
Momma, we
on it, Q.B. we rep often
Take over your party, slam dance with you hood
Took your ladies back to the projects with us
Then sent her {ass} back
fences, hittin' them gates, and now we lit
Who can't do a show up in the city? Bitch, this my shit
I'm slidin' with thirty, totin' a fifty, sent three
of those
Who simply rinse and repeat
Get dethroned. All opposed
You'll join em, we're mincing meat
Let's friggen eat
I'm bringing heat
You're raw? Get cooked
We've been dispatched by God, sent to warn these wolves of His wrath
But they wanna put a sock in it, because we're mismatched
Since we have been
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
adoration to the loving Father who was beaten to obliteration
Just to save our sorry soul from sinking with the demons
It's conceited how we really think
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