s 50 MC's that ain't worth shit Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent I love New York, but the niggas that represent, ya'll ain't shit New York
baby food Fixin to get us off the block like star 82 Mad 'cause I'm comin' up and you ain't and I'm buyin' stuff that you can't I ain't 50 Cent but I
took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a muthafucka Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He
me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds
signed to universal F the fordham I'm God son As soon as they blink bet ya bottom dolla i'ma rob 'em (how to rob-50 cent) My sticky fingaz turn fists
Regime!" [ Poppa LQ ] Let's take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips No 50 Cent can come to Cali and
how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many MC's I eat up Ooh ooh, it's never enough [50 Cent] My flow
this rap shit? Eww fake tits Shut up and make hits Can't we all just get along, spread love like Take Six What'chu doin' in L.A. with 50 Cent and Dr.
(feat. Josh Moor) [KID:] Whos under there? [50 Cent:] Its 50 Cent [KID:] Mom theres ghosts under my bed!! [50 Cent:] G-Unit! G-Unit! G-Unit! G-Unit
[Intro: 50 Cent] Baby this is real shit my record sell slow I'm show you my dick [x7] [The Game:] Hit a breakdown No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
to get us off the (block) like (star 82) Mad cause I'm comin up and you ain't and I'm buyin stuff that you can't I ain't (50 Cent) but I got (Bucks) in
motherfucker [Verse 3:] My girl loves shoppin' so we go to get it poppin' And I'm droppin' all this money on this bootleggers stockin' Fake fashion
scream "Regime!" [Poppa LQ] Let's take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips No 50 Cent can come to Cali
a deal now he rappin' You'ont know what's... faggot ass muhfuckas Get money to all my real niggas, man Obie Trice, D12, G Unit, 50 Cent... Hailie Jade!!! [50 Cent
[50 Cent] G-Unit, UTP Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked [50 Cent] 50 Cent, that's my name Man I ain't fuckin
, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) [Verse 3] Yo, son remember them fake
all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-life crisis (50 Cent talking) Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon (Chorus - 50 Cent