[Intro] N-gga I ain't f-cking around, SMS, get the message, get the message! SMS, get the message! [50 Cent - Verse 1] I go hard full time, duck when
Yeah, I'm in the club tryin to get some .. One .. tryin to get some though Hustle hard niggas already know What I gotta do to see to keep it movin.
dough Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo F-ck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho [50 Cent - Verse 1] I smile when that money
This is 50 I don't know what you take me for I really don't play that shit I ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit I got a itchy
Ohh! The top feel so much better than the bottom So much better Man you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Man you's a window shopper In
Go, go, go, go, go, go Go shawty, it's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you know we
We're back, move 50 cent Amusement park,F 50,[Incomprehensible], G Unit Shorty you ain't gotta take ya panties off Just pull 'em to the side If you wanna
Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that crack me He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog
50 Cent 1#: Shorty I got a thang for that thang she got, I know just what to say and do to get her hot once I get her going, I don't want her to stop,
Baby if I touch your body, hear you scream my name Would you whisper to me it's yours? Girl you smell so gentle and pure You control, My senses. Baby all, My senses [50 Cent
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah When the strap out you know what that 'bout We do it my way 'cause a crime wave Whoa, wave, whoa, wave I wave the heat
Yeah, 50 I gave her books to read, fed her mind with knowledge Gave her street smarts, shit, you can't get in college She's a reflection of me 'til you
Man I'm gonna do my thang, get up! It's crazy in the club when I'm in there man, get up! Trust me homie I'm not playin', get up! Now get on the dance
Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire
Yeah, na, na, na, na Yeah, na, na, na, na Now me, I'm the life of the party A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin A little bit of Moet, bottles
[Intro:] Dre, niggas think we're bullshittin'! [gun cocks] Yeah! Yeeaaaah! [Chorus:] Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him! Want my eyes closed
[Chorus: 50 Cent] I don't really think she want me back then She want me nowwwww She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my styyyyyle