50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Why you tryin to play The Game, with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Can't play The Game with only 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent So why
[50 Cent] That'll be the end of 50 Cent or Shady/Aftermath I'm movin' forward in my career As Dre had got creatively tied up on to The Game project If
shit locked, public enemy #1 Flava flav on the wristwatch. all black g-units All black impala, im a skitzo 3-wheelin the six-fo 50 cent know i'm comptons
I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all gonna do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy
up, Fifty you changed Nigga you stunt, I pull out And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar I think he's flyin Eight outta eight on movin
hearse Jigga Man, trigger man, hit your man up Six shots, hit the pole, hit the van up Kidnap grown folks get them grands up Timbaland, hot shit, get them hands up
(feat. 50 Cent) [Intro:] When I'm up in the club just gettin down need some (hot stuff) Hop on the floor puttin it down need some (hot stuff) Chicks
'm a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me when I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people a tent siege on ranch, huddled up next to her with Hello Kitty slippers on
on my payroll and they know When its time to handle business nigga lay low Although I'm young I'm still comin up I'm gettin paid pullin razors on niggas when they runnin up
[Intro: 50 Cent] What you sayin boy, boy? (boy) Ha ha! Said what you sayin boy, boy? (boy) [Chorus: 50 Cent] See, the weak get walked on, the soft get
be my private dancer [Chorus: 50 Cent] On your mark, get set girl now here we go Racin off to see yo' peep show It turn me on to see you on the flo'
just wanna tear the club up We do it like there aint nothin to it The way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin' hands up! Lets Go! [Nate Dogg (50 Cent
(feat. Eminem) [Intro- Eminem & 50 Cent] Gee wilikers Gatman they got me surrounded I'm on my way [Chorus- 50 Cent & Eminem] I got a gatman There's
there bigger cross us Your on something, weed, their liquor, scared nigga, here trigger Teflon, chest con, G'z Up, freeze up and you'll end up in your
half you hustlin' backwards Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards I'M tryin' to move more birds ...In PA all day, on the corner of Third (NIGGA WHAT!) [50 Cent
nigga take that) Or Jesus Christ can't save you once you go gangsta, friend [50 Cent] Yo, no more freestyles and verses killin' Sticky and Ja I've movin' on
Unit,G-Unit (repeat) (50 Cent-between Banks) G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) (50 Cent) I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up (Lloyd Banks