knows man Talk tough, 'til you get cuffed and start tellin', damn~! Everyday I shot a new bitch And when I'm done with her it'll look like... [50 Cent
Where I'm From G-Unit [50 Cent:] In my hood when you young You tuck and handle your biz nigga Coming from where I'm from where I'm from Stick up
them hits Oh this my jam, this my shit We don't know a word to a verse All we know is the chorus 'Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us
t want to, nigger but i will if i got to kill If niggers get the fucking around(Yeah). If niggers get the fucking around. [50 cent] Respect come from
[50cent sample-Intro] "The hardest from New York they come from Yonkers, they come from Yonkers, they come from Yonkers The hardest from New York they
Whoo, ah, ah, ayahh, ahh, ahh, ahh And you don't stop, ahh, ahh, word is bond, word is bond Now introducing the sound from the ghetto E Double and Too
them dollar signs Even though I wouldn't give a broke bitch one dime It's kind of funny, they want money from a pimp Bitch, you couldn't get 50 cents I take a gap from
kicking up dust It's on till the break of dawn and we're starting this party from dusk And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent It's bottle
them hits oh this my jam, this my sh-t we dont know a word to a verse, all we know is the chorus cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us
it you want it? you gonna get it man we gon hit em, chew em up and spit em out too much venom and if you role with 'em we gonna fuck you up with 'em I
You want it? you gon' get it Name 'em we gon' hit em, chew em up and spit em out HRRK-PTT Too much venom, and if you roll with 'em We gonna fuck you up with 'em
changed up All these plains, all these lames since the Slaughter's came up 'Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up Niggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
changed up All these plains, all these lames, since the Slaughter's came up Cause they know they hands tied, feet ball and chained up N-ggas be quick to call me the new 50 Cent
a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real? [Chorus] Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get From
when I met 'em, just waitin' in the wind for niggas to come and get 'em On my next album, Im'a have some fun wit' 'em, spank 'em all around so everybody
got 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
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
youl probably fall with me and our asses will both be history But then again youll finally get your wish 'cause you be all over the street like 50 Cent
