my car was named Lil' Kim The lil pimp hopped out wrist lookin like a skittles blimp Do not introduce me to your chic, that'll get her flip I'ma try not
your on the news Partner sings the blues Can't be no baller if your a hoe tryin to slang yah-yo Smart tymer thought I'm the one tryin to see their neck broke Flip
stop or get stopped so you love that I'm flip or get flopped that a must black All 17 come up out the glock Oh that's a must black, all 50 come out the
buster off top Grab the chopper and chop At the top is my spot And nigger it's flip or get flopped Let it drip or get dropped I represent uptown I 50
: [50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo) (Yeah, yeah) Yeah (G-UNIT!!) My Polo on (check) my Dolce on (check) It's my crew and Polow Da Don I get that kitty ma (yeah
: (feat. Young Buck) [50 Cent:] I'm a work of art A ghetto version of Mozart Yeah... haha [Chorus: 50 Cent] I move the keys, they call me the piano
: [50 Cent] I don't wan' talk about it (50) Man I don't wanna talk about it (nah) Man I don't wan' talk about it (yeah) And I don't wanna talk about
(Come on) [Chorus:] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it [x2] {"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it"} If you
: [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
-5 50 so live So as my zipper go down her eyes wide Got her in hotely on the bed with her hand tied (woo) [Chorus:] If you think you can fuck wit 50
You Niggas Ready? Come On Let's Go Handle That Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em Braaaa Stick Em, Ha Ha Ha Stick Em [50 Cent:] Robbery, Homicide, Fuck
: [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I run the show now, I got the blow now You wanna hold now? You can come cop Im on the low now, I got the fo' pound Incase a mother
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high Nigga roll that good shit Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high [VERSE 1: 50 CENT
I summersault bricks Black talents start flyin, when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
I can serve 'em by the pound Shorty know she's got what I wanna flip Baby girl tell me you can handle it [Chorus] [50 Cent] Now are you really ready
: (feat. Mobb Deep) [Havoc Intro] Yeah [50 Cent Intro] Oh Yeah.. What the fuck you lookin at shorty?! Hahaha... You don't want it lil' nigga.. [50
head only think with his dick Fake love.. So my friends enemies and my enemies be friends Dont show no love, don't pretend [Verse] 50 got Yayo gettin
hotter then ya oven I'ma New Yorker but I sound southern And we sip DP till the Don stop bubblin After we play, ok, got to ya husband [Chorus: 50 Cent] [50
