you all his love! (love...) He gon' give you all his time! (time...) He won't let a minute go by (by...) Without the thought of you crossing his mind
he gonna give you all his love, he gonna give you all his time he won't let a minute go by without the thought of you crossing his mind i be like fuck
give you all his love! (love...) He gon' give you all his time! (time...) He won't let a minute go by (by...) Without the thought of you crossing his
he actin so Hollywood? Cause there's a chauffeur in his 300 Hollywood" I'm hot, no ghostwriter for the mic Basically the Hollywood writer on strike, YEAH! [Chorus] [50 Cent
: [50 Cent] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Little Tyrone Toddy gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down His momma think it's my fault cause he listen to
: [50 Cent:] G Unit ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] Some shots'll happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I'll be alright Niggas can waste ammo firin'
nothin' good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] + (The Game) Hate it or love it, the underdog
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, 730 all the way dirty
: (feat. Eminem, 50Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Tony Yayo) [Intro: 50 Cent] I don't need Don Parrion I don't need Cris Tengo [?] I don't need shit
t fight [Chorus: 50 Cent + (2Pac)] 'Til Makaveli returns, it's +All Eyez On Me+ (What do we have here NOWWW?) And you can hate it or love it, but that
same It's hot and it's dusty My armpits are musty and my cowboy hat is soaked A man on a three wheeled bike sets me up with a 50 cent snow cone At a
: (feat. Spider Loc & Lloyd Banks) [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] Nigga things, change, dem stay the same Now watch me come up, I hustle, I hustle even harder
Verse 1] I know Boo Boo I mean 50 he a grimey nigga 50 shot my brother I'm a find that nigga We don't see his punk ass unless he on TV Yeah he did my
could get killed [50 Cent Verse] 2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac The voice in my head say fuck all
: [Chorus x2- 50 Cent] Clickity clank clickity clank The money goes into my piggy bank [Bridge- 50 Cent] I'll get atcha, my knife cuts ya skin I'll
