hood we starvin, you don't want problems Problem child [Bridge] [Singing] And why can't you be man enough To tell me where you're comin' from [50 Cent
In the hood we starvin, you don't want problems Problem child [Bridge] [Singing] And why can't you be man enough To tell me where you're comin' from [50 Cent
50 Cent] Gettin' to the dough Louie on my foot Put the metal to the floor, is all a nigga know Payback don't come around disrespecting We don't take
It Tru Warrior Go Ahead Make Some Noise It AInt Nothin' To Be Makin' Niggaz Paranoid Hit Ur Corner Wit More Weapons I Don't Need My Boyz Im Doin' About
I don't need to get her number - she'll be at the next show Half-ass dress, smelling like sex Dried up nutt on her neck They don't call us the master
I don't even know the situation . [Woman w/ Obie:] You know her? [Obie:] No, uh uh, I don't know that bitch [Woman #1:] Obie don't act like you can't
(feat. Eminem and 50 Cent) [Obie Trice] You don't see me in the hood It's cause I'm doin this man [Verse 1] [Obie Trice] Nigga's I'm still grindin (
tower and big pistol not to Dre [? ] Don't let me catch nausea, I don't smoke the card man, he can't even help it Help him, bigger than Maybach Music
Just accept it as a lesson As i conquer all my enemies And mashing with agression, Lord [Chorus x2] [Ice Cube] Ain't never been shoot like 50 Cent
Fuck that~! I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what I'm about [50 Cent] I was a snotty nose, nappy head, dirtball nigga Sayin I can't wait
hotter then ya oven I'ma New Yorker but I sound southern And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin After we play, ok, got to ya husband [Chorus: 50 Cent] [50 Cent
[50 Cent] Next and 50 (Uh-huh) Next and 50 Next and 50 Next and 50 Yo, yo my imagination is more vivid than life Playboy November issue page three was
It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money You can't pay me enough for you to play me It's cockamamey you just ain't zany enough to
If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks Hahahaha, 50 sing the hook [Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}] This rap game, this rap game I ain't
need it And you niggas hating shut your mouths It's just the real niggas ain't buying that shit you put out [Obie] Doe Rae Me but we don't sing motherfuckers
ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money, you can't pay me enough for you to play me, it's cockamamie, you just ain't zany enough to
her ears, to make sure she hear it, if rap don't work i'm startin a group with Garth Brooks, Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha 50 sing the hook (50 cent) this rap game