Cause I feel when I kill a man, God won't understand I got a head full of evil thoughts, am I Satan I been coulda killed these niggaz, I'm still waitin
nuittin funny mangg I'm about my money mangg Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn Better understan what I'm sayin, What I'm sayin, I aint playin I'll
up again I tried, I can't change, I'll always be the same I tell my lil' niggaz fuck pray And any motherfucker down with 'em can suck me - I'm still mad I
{*set to B.I.G.'s "The World is Filled..." instrumental*} [50 Cent] Yeah... 50 Cent, uh-huh Governor, G-G-G-G-G-Unit~! She ain't that chick from the
me I tell you about my regimen I'm blowin' stacks stuntin' The coldest shit I'm on it kid I blow a nigga frontin' I'm dirty yeah I do that dirt I'm down
[Chorus: 50 Cent] Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze i stay "G'd Up", its tha things tha i dun seen and
I still fuck with State P Still fuck with Dame Dash still fuck with Jay-Z Still, real still recognize real I still feel it in the air we still kill at
devotion to your wife is really very touching. I'll take your wife's case. And I'll keep it. Because I play square. Now look, I don't like to blow my
50 Cent Over and over, i done told ya boy im a G-Unit motherfuckin soldier boy now when u gon get it in yo brain the gates wide open and the dogs off
What nigga you need a gun? I'll get you that P-89 nigga let Dre stitch you back HE AIN'T A Industry niggaz I'll admit to that But I don't even want
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
whispering: murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill...) (You can't fuck with the real!) Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murderer kill, kill, kill
to crack the bank They try me, all they get is 50 cent francs And papayas, from the village to the tele Time to kill it on your belly, no question I got
crack the bank, they try me All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas From the village to the tele, time to kill it on your belly No question, I got
your senior but I flow like I'm twenty-one Straight out Medina with a mass of many sons Super nova give off gamma-ray bursts And I'll finish this, only
and everything I touch I take Hate me now 'cause later gon be too late I merk you Everything I spit is controversial I'm the illest killa they ever signed
hypnotic and hennessy I know ya'll envy me but l wont let my tallent go to waste, dog. [50 Cent] Now since you're cryin for mercy I promise My success'll