and don't ask for more You live for the green, dead presidents Are destroying our scene (money) You know what I mean, you pay your rent By selling the dream (for
Man, more is not that I'm good, Come on HOLLYWOOD! [chorus] Yea, This is my new success! Take this nigger, Ernie Chambers praising me How are things 50 President
head of Ku Klux Klan Malcolm Little dies as an old man Martin Luther King read the eulogy for him Followed by Bill O'Reilly who read from the Quran President
from police, you run with police You ain't from Southside You 'bout to get your mouth wide Hook: Cuurtis, uh, rewind it DJ Cuurtis, you ain't 50, 50 Cent
ha,ha,ha,ha 50 sing the hook (50 cent) this rap game, this rap game, I aint sell'in my soul for this rap game, now I aint digg'in no hole for this rap
took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a muthafucka Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He
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
gates that automate so those you hate could only spectate, I was kissing my mate through iron grates while the guards wait, 50 cent rate for making
for a daddy to pay for the champagne (Drop a name) What happened to the dreams of a girl president She?s dancing in the video next to 50 Cent
Kate Moss, 50 Cent, Obama is the president PC scares, no one dares, lipitone, coke climate change, live aid, katemine, new wave, loose malls, hearts
had of ku-klux-klan knock them little dots as an old man, martin luther king read the eulogy for ham followed by ? who read from the coran president bush
through borders I was through flippin quarters When I made my first mil I'm about a dollar 50 cent ain't real [Chorus:] (Money) Dead presidents, Big paper (For
Looking for a daddy to pay for the champagne (Drop a name) What happened to the dreams of a girl president She's dancing in the video next to 50 Cent
m gettin money for God sakes That purple-urple fucked Phelps up with Corn Flakes Kick in the door man, big .44 man Mortician morgue man, fill you with straws man Black President, I voted for
[Chorus: 50 Cent] I-I'll be the shooter! - I-I'll be the shooter! I-I'll use the Colt, the Taurus or the Ruger! I'll pop some through ya! - Dirty is what
you igp-ay [Chorus: 50 Cent {*sung*}] This rap game, this rap game I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap