I ain't 'bout that. [Chorus: 50 Cent] I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [shot] {OOH! } I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that
Walkin in my big blue chucks cause I'm killin em [Chorus] [Talkin:] Hey whaddup cuz, it's 50 cent; What's happnin nigga? [50 Cent:] Ever since the moment I was born
about me But a bitch cant get a crumb up out of me I drive a cadilac wear a perm cuz im a g And im a motherfuckin P.I.M.P [50 Cent] its G-unit and the
will bend your ass up word is born [Verse 1: 50 Cent] You say you a shooter nobody believes you I don't say i'm a shooter I just shoot if I need to
Silver Screen. Hollywood movies keep flashin' across my mind. I could've been Valentino if I was born in another time. I might be solving a case or swinging from a tree. Share a
how I go wild. Now you playin' with a fully-grown man, with a fully-blown plan, with a fully-loaded clip. I'm a go up in your shit. I don't play with
him Satan, they called him the Devil, and it's the same damn trip. It's a negative force, coming in on a positive force, because it's a third dimension
off with a dancer Going to celebrate Welcome the new age Covered in warrior paint Lights from the jungle to the sky See now, a star's born Looks just like a
them, If I aint the best dog then I'm one of them, Listenn I'm a different kind of boss, I'm Cut from a different kind of cloth, These niggas is different
Bought a lot of clothes and just played the ave. Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes and if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash I ain't tryin
: When you feel sad, or under a curse Your life is bad, your prospects are worse Your wife is sighing, crying, And your olive tree is dying, Temples
center of the Earth In the parking lot Of the 7-11 were I was taught The motto was just a lie It says home is where your heart is But what a shame
a victim you didn't stop it high noon and the walk brings the storm with it born to it or lay on it Day on day, night on night with the thrill of a
Espece de rat communiste Il me jeta a la tete Un paquet d'readers digest Moi je fis une pirouette Le vieux prit son escopette J'eclatais par la fenetre A cent quatre vingt a
I'd be wealthy Can't forget my first day at school Got stabbed in the head with a pencil, but it's cool Get my education A job and a family, a good
June 4th a holiday in Asia 'Cause a star was born and he got signed to a major I'm down to sign autographs, it ain't a hassle But just 'cause I don
a steel-drivin' man lord lord Yonder lies a steel-drivin' man Yonder lies a steel-drivin' man lord lord Yonder lies a steel-drivin' man Yonder lies a
my homeboy Tino "What's up?" So get a good look bro Get a good gander I'm made in Detroit but my name aint Stanzler Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus While