thumbin a virgin Hummers be swervin like I'm passin y'all in speeding go-carts She think she look like a basketball season score chart Hotter than a
chaser You a dick chaser Just the way I like y'all bitches [Chorus:] All you hoes up south licking balls in your mouth All you hoes up north you can
in fear of a wipeout in retail interchart movement. Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album; resources tell me a number of less fortunate
up in the law book, Curtis Jackson Known for creatin' action, by rapidly clappin' Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname gats Got a tech I call Tina, a
case a nigga wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's a real nigga for ya [Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x) We the realest nigga
get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch you get buried That's a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script
else I only you want for Christmas baby Tie a ribbon around yourself Oh, Tie a ribbon around yourself I ain't gonna write no letter To send north
wah italian One deh drive a BMW I mention she a german And to each a di one mi send a bag a pound from over England Have girl on Netherland, african or
check say a peace Word out ya road man a say you a de beast Well since yuh a de beast Then a Teflon Feast Chorus: Anytime you see me come around Bossman
a sell di weed outa street Gee, babylon take man fi flee flee A man fi go a fi sidewalk go buy kiki Inna face a babylon wan' brutalize we Anna di
Eminem, Puff Daddy) [Puff] Bad Boy baby [Big] Yeah.. yeah.. Junior M.A.F.I.A., yeah.. [Puff] Yeah.. B.I.G. 2000 B.I.G. 2000 Born Again.. c'mon.. [Chorus
wow shit out. Burn it till it's burned out. Turn it till it's turned out. Act up from north, west, east, south. [Chorus:] Everybody, everybody, let'
: Yeah...a chick-a-doom, chick-a-doom chick-a-doom CHORUS That's the joint, that's the jam Turn that shit up, play it again (3x) [Will I Am] I like the
bubblin Got a body like whoa Why you waitin over there lets roll Take it all the way to the top floor And lets get bubblin' girl Bubblin' girl Got a
she could do [Chorus:] Up on Cripple Creek she sends me If I spring a leak she mends me I don't have to speak she defends me A drunkard's dream if I
even thought about rap We wuz screamin out no surrender With a gat in the hand runnin wild in the land With a pocket full of boulders Po po know they