dough Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo F-ck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho [50 Cent - Verse 1] I smile when that money
Over some-thing took his watch and his chain Country boys off the hook down there and Richmond main. In the black 740 I sat, hat turned back Bow down
Intro: 50 Cent] I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah) I get down, I get down (I like the way that sounds) I get down, I get down, I get down
walk that Blue Yankee cap back, fuck around get CLAPPED AT I sleep with the stainless I walk with the stainless Man everybody know about 50 I'm famous
mug F-ck your mean mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug [50 cent] When I'm trippin' Im twisted, I slap my clip in When I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin
-Ro Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com [Talking] Nigga don't act like you don't know who I'm talkin' bout (Fifty-Cent piece drops on table) [Coinciding With 50 Cent
seen a mack aiming at your head man (head man). Before you know it life is flashing Decreasingly. And your body is dripping and full of lead man (lead man
break lights Pinky ass nigga, that's yo ass nigga 50 cent gem star watch how it slash niggas From the forehead To the Adams apple I'm a Battle Man,
shit what the fuck what you say nigga [Chorus] [Sheek Louch-Talking] ay im staying away from you nigga. i see how you get down. [50cent Sample-outro
[Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don't know
[intro - 50 Cent] It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money (ha-ha) [chorus - 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don'
main man double it up When my label wouldn't drop my shit I ain't get mad, I went got them bricks I had a Jacob like 50 Cent In '04 got my paper acts
gon' see stars Respect my gangsta, I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha I know 50 Cent and bitch I ain't no Wanksta And I don't get down like that,
50 Cent, Ciara I'm focused man You should know this man Yes, one dose of me will have you addicted To know me is to love me I handle my business Any
been all the way, I mean all the all the way down But lookin' at this nigga now I never could've told it And I don't blame 50 Cent dawg turned the game
hoe? I just don't know what bitches see, why all these hoes want chicken feed Ain't none of these hoes worth 50 cents So break these ladies all you
E can't rock? That's bullshit Suck my dick and get a big fat lick of my balls You wanna brawl? Punk I thought not You might get beat down and stomped
was funky Bitches start seeing them dollar signs Even though I wouldn't give a broke bitch one dime It's kind of funny, they want money from a pimp Bitch, you couldn't get 50 cents