bitches) [Verse 2] Comin' up I ain't had much, I wanted a lot I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop So you know, I had to make somethin' out
What up 50? Coming up I ain't have much, but I wanted alot I had paper for a hoopty but I wanted a drop so you know, I had make somthing outta nothin
gangsta nigga It's too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha wha It's gangsta nigga It's too gangsta nigga I keep it gangsta nigga Wha (50 Cent) Get
Aint nuittin funny mangg I'm about my money mangg Bitch get down on that track and get my money, I aint playinn Better understan what I'm sayin, What I'm sayin, I aint playin I
Get it thru yo head, 50 Cent don't care I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it I spit it cause I
Porter (woo) 50 Cent, don't get it fucked up for greens, I for greens Let it go back to Smith, I dissect it I check and correct it, flow perfected I make
club make it hot) I might as well not complain (Yo, yo, yo, yo, 50!) [50 Cent](Natina) Shorty if you really want it Then you can get it the way you
I spend it like it don’t mean nothing Blow it like its supposed to be blown Motherfucker i’m grown I stunt i style i flash the sh-t I gets what the f
50 cent] Imagine I was broke right now Saying damn, where my friends go Cat burgler style, I'm coming through your window Bitch I'm so focused, nigga I
: (with Mann) [Intro: 50 Cent] 50! Haha! Whoo, whoo, whoo! [Chorus: Mann {50 Cent}] Man I feel like moneyyyyy! (man I feel like money!) {yeah!} They
, I doubt that! I put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, Jack! {50 Cent! } [50 Cent:] I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout it! - I'm 'bout it, 'bout it! I push
I couldn't do it but I did it After telling everbody that i wasn't with it Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it And I know inside I'm a be
it but I did it, After telling everybody that I wasn't with it, Though it brings tears to my eyes, I can feel it And I know inside I?ma be alright. I
Stilettos get me to hug you from the cold, the ife and the pizzle I hit it up on wedge you, my schedule just won't permit it I visit the gangsta town,
: [Intro: 50 Cent] Yea, Uhuh, Lets Take Em Dre, Yea [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Tony Did Ten Years In The Fed Joint, He Half Way Out He Aint Home, His Ass In
feedin they vein, and I gotta habbit of havin grahams of it mayne, I'm chasin the paper, it' simple im bout my bread, I cock it and pop it your white
that sounds great I see niggas wit that ice on, rims shined up This towns one big pussy waitin to get fucked I holla at A-I peoples to get gats They
faggot) [chorus - 50 Cent] I guess it's easy to see lil' nigga, I run New York, Yeah I live in CT lil' nigga, but I run New York, And I don't go to parties