[Ester Dean] Here we go ready hard rock Here we go ready hard rock [Chorus - 50 cent] What ya talkin bout What ya talkin bout What ya talkin bout What
Boyz ride Girlfriend under the seat, driver side of the Hummer Here comes the chopper drummer faster than a track runner Don't play the hard road 'cause the hard
the twos [50 Cent:] Funk Flex GGG G Unit [Funk Flex:] Damn "Hand to hand since The Real Roxanne" [50 Cent:] Thats right [Tony Yayo:] Thats whats up G Unit [50 Cent
: [50 Cent:] Oh Oh Oh GGGGG G Unit Yeah Its 50 Cent And Lloyd Banks And Tony Yayo Nigga ha ha You got to love it New York City [Chorus: 50 Cent] I've
Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah! 50! I make it feel brand new! [kids ovation] Guess what they tell me... [scratches] {BRING IT BACK! } [gunshot] [Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah! 50
: [Intro: 50 Cent] Ay, ay quit billin my phone bruv You think money grows on trees? [50 Cent (unknown woman):] I just got back from the U.K. ? ha ha
her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub. [50 Cent] When I'm through with Ricky it'll be blood that'll cough up A hard rock, a soft fuck
Oh you don't like how that sound? Aw nigga whatever We both rock Bugarri, both push Ferraris I go so hard in the paint, I'm sorry! [Chorus] [50 Cent
is flow fa' sho, the dough, nigga you know what? [Bridge: 50 Cent] Been smokin' that dip, the PCP got 'em thinkin' they can walk on water That ecstasy will have a nigga rock hard
want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [50 Cent Verse] You cant body the kid, you know how i rock Went from
a school Keep rappin for your hood, I'm rappin for benzes And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!) What I learned from Gotta Rock
t got no skills, I get your some more My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw Got anythin' you want, play us off a hard [50 Cent] My 22's bling, so
: [ Intro - 50 Cent talking ] Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT (UNIT, haha), yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT) and Lloyd Banks (BANKS), and Tony Yayo (YAYO), nigga
the gun, the last to run While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh If you don't know you better go and ask someone 50 Cent is my symbol and my name
Its On 50 Back On That Shit, 50 Finna To Flip [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] They Dont Do It Like This Concentrate On The Wrists I Got See-Through Rocks On The
: (feat. Lloyd Banks, UTP) [50 Cent:] G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] We poppin' them bottles every time we
: [50 Cent] Next and 50 (Uh-huh) Next and 50 Next and 50 Next and 50 Yo, yo my imagination is more vivid than life Playboy November issue page three
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
