a customer, a sucker You fake fraudulent motherfucker You ain't a gangsta I should cut ya, cock back and bust ya or stomp you out cause We don't trust ya [50 Cent
how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many MC's I eat up Ohhhh, it's never enough [50 Cent] My flow
up who you think they wanna be? Hopefully not me I'm no role model But I roll with a model, smash it like avacado Raise yo' kids stop raisin' hell Stop blamin' 50 Cent
s 50 mc's that ain't worth shit Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent I love new york, but the niggas that represent, ya'll ain't shit new york
like it's my last - hoping the car don't crash! (why?) Cause I'm high and drunk! - The wine and skunk - gots me off my a-ass. [rewind] [Interlude: 50 Cent
my eyes unless my head bent It's about to be a cold winter, I'm on some s*** Show you how to rob the industry like 50 cent Hopped on the airplane,
[50 Cent] G-Unit, UTP Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked [50 Cent] 50 Cent, that's my name Man I ain't fuckin
, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) [Verse 3] Yo, son remember them fake
all you niggas out there, thinking you the nicest Me 50, I'm ya motherfucking mid-life crisis (50 Cent talking) Southside, alright baby, 50 Cent, Noreaga, Trackmasters, teflon (Chorus - 50 Cent
how many battles I been in and won No matter how many magazines on my nuts No matter how many MC's I eat up Ooh ooh, it's never enough [50 Cent] My flow
a deal now he rappin' You'ont know what's... faggot ass muhfuckas Get money to all my real niggas, man Obie Trice, D12, G Unit, 50 Cent... Hailie Jade!!! [50 Cent
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
(feat. Josh Moor) [KID:] Whos under there? [50 Cent:] Its 50 Cent [KID:] Mom theres ghosts under my bed!! [50 Cent:] G-Unit! G-Unit! G-Unit! G-Unit
[Intro: 50 Cent] Baby this is real shit my record sell slow I'm show you my dick [x7] [The Game:] Hit a breakdown No 400 bars yet, I don't need that