Lyrics:
motherfucker, you ain't gotta like me
How you stuntin' these hoes?
Need to talk what you know
And stop talkin' 'bout who I'm sticking and licking
Just mad it
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
pie
Love the way you make me feel
Number two, super size
Love the way you make me feel
MIK, 50 Cent, Murda Inc Killa
I heard about your show too
100s on 50s on 50s on 100s
I pullin’ up, know you bitches don’t want it
Up in this club like we own it
See you in there actin’ phony
Tell your bitch
need to tell her-
Guess what, guess what i got the and I want
Say it, say it again
Give it, give me my 75 cents and I'll show
You how I go brrow, he haw,
and they ask for him
By name AUSK nigga I'm boss, I ain't Rick Ross but I do my thing
Im on my Jay Z shit come around your hood like you babysit
But I needs
get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word
Niggas would have been pop
Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you
of your team
To me your line up is pussy
Three wet Pampers
The uzi will have you shakin'
Like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude)
(50 Cent - harmonizing "doo,
first I need electric and water
If there's anything that you need me to do, just let me know and I'll come running to you"
But the next day the doctor
named 50 Cent I signed
This shit's official now, the deal is finished and it's time
To get down to this business, let's go get these nicks and dimes
need they dividends
But shareholders only be getting like 50 cents
I'm a CEO, so I'm the one that's giving cents
While I'm in the office counting money,
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
[50 Cent]
G-Unit!
[Chorus: x2 50 Cent]
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
you'd finally get your wish
'Cause you'll be all over the street like 50 Cent
You fuckin' punk pussy, fuck you, chump
Give me a one-on-one, see if I
And a brick all these red rubies
If he bigger go pick up a
Stick with a 50 clip and I ain’t 50 cent
Get you killed for like 50 packs
She assuming so she bet her
my vision cloudy
Peaceful man but my niggas rowdy
All the love I need is here around me
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
My niggas keep it a buck fifty
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
and my mood changed
Hov made me want to throw the diamond up
Nas made me want a QB chain
Styles, Kiss, and Sheek had me in the street
50 Cent on repeat
like for years I knew yoga
I'm too smoked up, I can't remember me
Off Hennesy, that's why I carry Mini-Me
I need fifty feet when my performance starts
DJ Whoo Kid:Yea (?) Lloyd Banks 50 Cent G-Unit Here We Go you should be here wit me bitch, you should come and make me rich, girl you know girl you
of them will quit it
Potential is intelligent
And it's me you wanna rob
Hey, half cent hookers trynna act like snobs
Get a job
You want a damn hood? No,
to your love
It will sing to you tomorrow
Every day's new melody
Needs a different harmony
So listen to the song
And the part that never changes
and you doin' me
I ain't talkin 'bout a seventy thirty, no way, no way
Or a sixty forty, uh, uh, uh, uh
Talkin 'bout a fifty fifty, when the room is empty
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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