Unit Coke Life what's the matter with your clothes Coke Life did you put it all in your nose Coke Life every body can't be on top Coke Life call me when
the Unit Coke Life what's the matter with your clothes Coke Life did you put it all in your nose Coke Life every body can't be on top Coke Life call me
: Yea, 50cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo [Lloyd Banks:] This rap shit plays a major part in my life She looked for jack but realize that i got the ride
: [50 CENT:] G G G G G-Unit. 50 Cent nigga Tony Yayo (yeah) (Drop That Shit) Yeah and it don't stop, I do a 187 on yo' motherfuckin block Yeah and
since I lost my mama There ain't a cop that can stop me My posse is cocky and they don't wait until they drop me I'm loyal to the game {CHORUS: 50 Cent
one under my pillow! - One under my seat! Niggaz lookin' at me like I'm somethin' to eat! {50CENT! } [Verse 1:] We thought the coke and the dope'll
half you hustlin' backwards Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards I'M tryin' to move more birds ...In PA all day, on the corner of Third (NIGGA WHAT!) [50 Cent
: [50 Cent and DJ Whoo Kid talking] [Hook] (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my own gang (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! (I'm a soldier) G-UNIT! I started my
,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) (50 Cent-between Banks) G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) (50 Cent) I blast 50 Cent nigga that'
: [50 Cent] Aight, check this shit out Y'all niggaz gon' stay in the car I'm'a go right over here and see somethin Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come
: (feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo & Young Buck) [50 Cent:] Yea... I like da thank everybody, Da haterz, ma fans... (wow), It's been five years man, 3
: (feat. Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks) [Hook: 50 Cent] South....Siiiiiiiiiiiiide South...Siiiiiiiiiiide South... Siiiiiiiiide [50 Cent Talkin Over Hook:]
rise again Uh [Nas] [Broady] Thug Poet Street analyst is this, the Thug Poet Hustlers bang out to Thug Poet Flows for your block, Hip-Hop Thug Poet Thug Poet [50 Cent] Aiyyo, everybody know 50
I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all gonna do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy
wear that like a necklace, respect this Twenty-two shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms [50 Cent] The shit'll