'em to the side If you wanna ride on the roller coaster Baby come on and ride It go up and down and round and round Stand up or get on the floor Its
about him Like she in and out of town right that niggaz get down right I used to say, all I know, is the nigga get money And you standin in my way, excuse
steal I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed [50 Cent Verse] 2 niggaz in the front, 2
Take me to 'em [Chorus- 50 Cent] All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin' I'm supposed to die tonight niggas come put a hit out and they talkin
it down like this Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker Isn't it ironic
m a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it I make it hot, mothafuckas freeze up when I come through
: [Intro- 50 Cent] You ready? OK let me wind you up Do it exactly the way i say do it man, these niggas are pussy, you heard me? Get up nice and close
of a love letter They can play it on the radio, a hundred times a day I figure when you hear it, you would stop and think of me I wanna get to know ya and
: [Intro] Yeah It is what it is man Uh huh [Verse 1] Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off It started off a robbery, they
'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could [Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop And I'm gon' shine
're my baby) And you're amazing (so amazing) [Verse 2- 50 Cent] Yeah I called just to say hope you havin' a nice day You're special, I get into you,
: [50 Cent] Go, go, go, go Go, go, go shawty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you
2) Now if you heard I done started some shit It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high) And if you heard I done let off a clip It ain't because
Brooklyn choppy broads still behind ya Brooklyn to Compton it's all good Get robbed, get shot, shit is poppin' in the hood [Chorus - 2X]
G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah) D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it Chokes me
if I walk it I'll talk it, you know we'll walk up and pop it I love the sound of gunfire bro' (gunfire bro'); Right now we smackin' 'em wit' platinum And they hate it
wild whody, but I know country grammar See me I get it crunk, niggaz go head and front I go up out the trunk, come back, rollout I'm done (yeah) My money come
me (and) I need you to want me to win I need to know where I'm heading, 'cause I know where I've been Flows, bones, crushin', it's nothin' I come up with somethin' Come