he a'int beggin for it, and you can love it you can hate it but you can't ignore it you can't be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short, but
could retire if he want to right now [50 Cent:] I know you love it but how much do you love it I know you love it but how much do you love it I do what
Verse 2 - Young Buck] You want me to hug you, you want me to love you You want me to miss you everytime you gone You wanna shine, you wanna spend time
don't play no games I'll cut you up mayne I get tired of hearing you talk I'll fuck you up mayne You see me in the club you know a nigga strapped Picture
Cent:] Yeah nigga You know its me when i'm cruising through ya motherfuckin' hood and shit nigga Don't try to act like you don't know its me and shit You know
when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't
playin (Nigga I'm loyal to the game) I give you my way and I cock and pop that thing (Man I'm loyal to the game) If you know what I know then you know
behold you sold your soul Nigga there's nuttin left of you Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you? If you don't know who you are, how could your
man but damn i'm makin' money observin' you muthafuckers cause some of you bitches funny say you want it but you bullshitin' lickin' them lips you
50 Cent)] Why we siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing? - Why we siiiing? (Oh, this is my favorite part!) It's the joy it briiiings! - Joyyy it briings! (Yeah!) You know that you
you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up, You know you fucked When you get on a stretcher
out Screw your face at me, I wanna know what thats 'bout Nigga I know you aint mad, I done came up And If you are, fuck you 'cause I aint changed up The
a millionaire [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Girl I want you to give me what you got and give me more Girl you can start on top or on fours You know I like it,
let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you [Verse 2 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):] Got a thing for that thing she
cash is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Im 'bout my bread now, Ill cut your head now You know you eatin' niggas you should be dead now
Why you gonna make me fall in love? Now why you wanna go and do that? Now If I give you all of me What you gone give me back? [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Life
in, you ain't freakin we ain't speakin bitch Bring 'em in, kick 'em out, bring 'em in, kick 'em out Bring 'em in, it's Dr. Dre, 50 Cent trick [50 Cent
appetite of a pirahna, nigga [Chorus] [Spider Loc] What nobody knows, all the roads you go through You can't even talk to those that supposedly know you