[50 Cent talking to girl] No I aint signing shit [Girl] Nigga you think you all that, you a grimy nigga [50 Cent] Yea Yea [Chorus- 50 Cent (girl
Every time you play this record smell they coochie, follow them Screamin' like a groupie Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochie Fuck them haters, haters fuck whatever you say Because you know I'm too cool for you
Cock back, bam Bash in her teeth off Guarantee you this, that bitch gon' see stars Respect my gangsta, I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha I know 50 Cent
you know about it? What you know about it? Eveythang I did for the dirty south What you know about it? What you know about it? International, to worldwide What you
fuckin' wit'chu You fuckin' with me, I'm fuckin' wit'chu You fuckin' with me, you know I'm fuckin' wit'chu You fuckin' with me, I'm fuckin' wit'chu
mad as hell You talk a good game but I don't believe in you Be smoking lotta blunts but I got more weed than you I guess I see you on the charts in the
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 I take a gap from your ass and then I owe you
like a shopping cart Kick back, no tense You got a bag of grub It cost you about 50 cents No fear, no fuckin' feats Malt liquor tastes much better on
classic so all I hear now is paper or plastic few Rosays, now you drunk saying boy "why you in my face and you only want one thing?" you wasting your time fucking
and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [50 Cent Verse] You cant body the kid, you
still a hundred miles and runnin, still makin aftermath classics You might catch me out in traffic 05' Aston, bitches askin' (where i'm from) Ya'll forgot who helped 50 cent
50] Haha [Em] God, I love it I know you hate that laugh, don't you? Haha Keep doing it [50] Do it again [Em] What...? [50] Laugh [Em] Oh Haha! [50
're starting this party from dusk And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent It's bottle after bottle The money ain't a thang when you party
You're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you
you're gone, you don't come back Too bad, you're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk
You're off the map now Radar can't even find you We stay on the grind You slip, we out grind you Walk around mad You let your anger blind you We walk
like a monopoly They probably just now finally Understand how to rob fully 50 Cent was like a fuckin' jackpot for me And Dre, it's like we hit the fuckin
what the fuck you dun got into I see you found your nitch you're just a bitch with a menstral Claiming you a murderer and spelt it wrong You but the