all the niggas on his team My money ain't over! Check it! T.B.S. Generals and G-Unit soldiers Scrollin' the paper, my bullets will shreddin' his shoulders Yeah! [chorus - 50 Cent] Nah nigga
[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
Yeah, U T P nigga, come on K L C nigga, come on, holla I done tightened up on my G dog Wacko outcher flippin' these hoes like see saws Ya man trippin
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
Shh, you remind me of my phat gold chain Some of y'all are just small change Be a boss with true true game, yeah, yeah Dig this y'all, my music is dangerous
t we been yet Getting money all over the world, all over the world (Toronto and Amsterdam, Brazil, Paris, France & Japan, anything for the grands, yea) Getting money all over the world, all
but the flow, is priceless Anything less, we rollin' them dices Nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin' my shit Shorty wanna rip to my sound in my ??light booth?? [Nate Dogg (50 Cent
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 pop I aint spent my
another one bit the dust Just one up my mother's son who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt, lick my wonder cheese from under my nuts It disgusts
got a deal now you rappin You don't know us, faggot ass mother fuckers Give money to all my real niggas Obie Trice, D12, G-Unit, 50 Cent, Hailie Jade
a pest from the west niggas be callin me all up in my game people be suckin my dick while i'm bringin the pain missy and milessa all up in my grill Missy: Nigga
nigga you got a deal now you rappin You don't know us, faggot ass mother fuckers Give money to all my real niggas Obie Trice, D12, G-Unit, 50 Cent
looking nigga get the upper hand I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn nigga's moms shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes everybody running for their motherfucking lives Tough club niggas
the bitch think I love her, then the bitch don't know me (50 Cent Ha-ha, Sorry Kim, ha-ha) (Eminem oh, sorry oh) Niggas know what I'm about out here I don't toot my
say You already said it, Royce I ain't calling names 'cause all of y'all the same, plus I'm the king, all my past pain all done changed up All these plains, all
shit locked Public Enemy No.1, Flavor Flav with a wrist watch All black G-Units, all black Impala I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin' the six-fo' 50 Cent
like it girl Your now rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) (50 Cent) 50 uh Bentley uh Em came n gotta nigga fresh
yeah [50 Cent:] First time I met her, I aint know she was a freak now I give her a girlfriend when she want something to eat she likes her, I love us them both my