Lyrics:
I know y'all been patiently waitin'
El Remix
Yaah yaaah
Yo
Nawqiy in the building proceeding to till land a posse of pilgrims
Minus apologies
50-something
But he acts 20-something reminds me
Of an old Mafia guy
Then there's Coach! The guy that
Likes guys you know
It had to be one of those but
He can
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I'll, I'll be the shooter, I'll, I'll be the shooter
I'll, I'll use the pump, the taurus or the ruger
I'll pop somethin through ya,
50 Cent-
Next and 50
(Uh-huh)
Next and 50
Next and 50
Next and 50
Yo, yo my imagination is more vivid than life
Playboy November issue page
"he cheated on her" just wasn't fucking true
Anyway, after that a few weeks went by before she let me see you
And she said it was because I still
(Ricky Racks)
For what it's worth
You were a slut at birth
If the world had a dick
You'd fuck the Earth
I tried to get over you
It doesn't work
fifty
Fifty, fifty
Fifty fifty quiero ser leyenda como 50 cent
Miti miti ando repartiendo los bille de cien
Toy en busca de lo Phillip Patek, no los
of feedback as I work
It's kind of, like, you get
The people to, like, kind
Of bear witness to your
Passion manifest and, like
Feel it with you or see
what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it
Yeah it's 50 look you need me man
You need me i mean you hate me
But you need me
Cuz I got the best product man
I mean look, it's pure, it's pure
love, kind words are $1.25
50 cents will get you a smile and maybe a goodbye
You've got a vending machine love, kind words are $1.25
50 cents will get you
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
Ghetto star by the bar I get you bent
You wanna
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
I got that power like I'm 50
Don't include yo cents
I bring that force like I'm on Starz
Have yo ass heaven sent
I paid a chick to set him up
Caught
Aye
Aye
Bow bow
What it do Nate
You ready? (Yeah)
Alright hold up hold up hold up think we got one there
(Aye) Twenties and fifties and hundreds
We
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
shouldn't rent!(He's a banker!)
That check will cost you 50 cents!
It will cost you 50 cents!
He's a banker and he's says it will cost you 50 cents!
He's
the store and we both get 50 cent cakes
You heard what I said in that new shit I say
If you can't break bread he fake
I had one more buck on my plate
It was
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
way I want her)
I said I really wanna work this out, damn girl I'm tryin'
It's the remix
[Repeat: x2]
I got this icebox where my heart used
it
Get started, get stupid
You'll want me body people will walk you through it
Step by step, like an infant new kid
Inch by inch with the new
If them bands happen to come up short
I make it work
If them bricks happen to come up short
I make it work
If they send trentches purple, I make it
to Birmingham, I'm tryna make it safely
My strap don't got no safety, my safe don't got no spacey
I came to work with extra weight, I feel like Eddie Lacy
Two
of OG. Yeah, I go berserk. That's three fifty, twelve hundred, or fifty. For what it's worth. Yo, for what it's worth you want a quarter ounce. Ninety nine
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