I'm so grimeyyy. (It's 50!) - They can't line meee. (In case your forgot...) The paper I geeet it, the paper I geeeet it! (I'm nice! Yeah.) [Verse 2:]
! I'm so grimeyyy. (It's 50!) - They can't line meee. (In case your forgot...) The paper I geeet it, the paper I geeeet it! (I'm nice! Yeah.) [Verse
disaster Ya got birds? I smash ya Refuse, I leave that ass, know that I'm nasty No clues, I can't be caught I can't be found, it's all on you I stop ya
they said When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head [Chorus: 50 Cent] I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I
do it Ayy (ayy, ayy) I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it No frontin here shorty, niggaz know how I do it For the paper let the gat pop,
a paper chaser 50 Cent Why must i be like dat why must i chase a stack i got to get mo money i think big i think bread matter of fact i think big bread
I keep saying I don't love these hoes I keep saying I don't love these hoes (Man I don't love em man) I keep saying I don't love these hoes I keep saying
50 Cent] Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it, smile (Ha, ha)?Lloyd Banks, 50 Cent
in the hood it?s cuz I see they fake I preach a sermon about the paper like I?m creflo dollar I?ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar I?m confused
stay gleaming, I'm shining man I'll teach you how to stunt I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans I'll teach you how to stunt [50 Cent
: [50 Cent] I, know, you, know I'm, on, fiiiii-re [Chorus: 50 Cent] If, you don't know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna
be good to me) You got to be all I need you to be baby (I'm going be good to you) And I'll make you feel like OHH MY GOD [50 Cent:] I'm a 360 nigga,
: [50 Cent: talking] 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Game GGGGGGGG Unit! [Verse 1: 50 Cent] See I'm a city boy man I ain't from the South 50 Cent
they said When I catch them cowards I'm a buss they head Chorus: 50 Cent I done told you boy I'm a soldier boy I got no choice but to be a rider I approach
her night, it?s her night Just get back to me tomorrow girl alright I?m not into cuffin?, I?m not into frontin? I?m into gettin? paper, blowin? paper I be stuntin? See to me it