but isn?t it the end for every rebel band? in this game the stake is not "glory and money" tell your friends THE GANG is NOT FOR SALE When they told us
not a blood or a crip, I'm doing my own thang G-UNIT Shit, I done started my own gang I don't go that funny dance I don't throw gang signs But I'm a gangsta
: [50 Cent talking] Is this mic on, lady?s and gently men I like to thank you all for coming out tonight For the screening of my new film I?m Not Rich
on bail, got that weight for sale Strawberries and blueberries all on a nigga's tail I'm on bail, bet not 'nare nigga tell... bet not 'nare nigga tell
are you with me? Yeah That sounds nice You know we love you Ice I'm a junkie for females and that's the fact I'm not into havin' my homeboys rubbin'
'm banned, I'll sell a million tapes Radio suckers never play me Radio suckers never play me Radio suckers never play me I made records for music, not for
fat tracks, fuck the pop crap I got a mind to cold diss a fool Wack rappers sellin out urge me to pull tools For no reason Pop suckers hookin for hits
for lost pay loads The bay knows it?s hustle-matic till you drop Stop lookin' bold through the cuts, lookin' for cops I kept on runnin' for three years
' Rollin' Picture me rollin' Picture me, picture me rollin' Is y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin' roll call You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not
Boy keeps singing] Heheheheheheh Is y'all ready for me? Picture me rollin roll call You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget
my chrome cause i got murder in my blood and in my chromosone for the fact that i tek none pack a gun in my dang a lang that nigga that nigga that gang
oil my chrome cause i got murder in my blood and in my chromosone for the fact that i tek none pack a gun in my dang a lang that nigga that nigga that gang
', movin', movin' Stop movin', shot bruise 'em Two more for Cam for takin' over the Roc It's my year so It's like the whole Bird Gang's in here Like
record sales doing good, and so now, you on the road to riches, referring to the womankind as hoes and bitches, yeah, you the man now because you rap is for
inch mags For a high school drop out, shit, that ain't bag I'm not a blood or a crip, I'm doing my own thang Shit, I done started my own gang I don'
feigns in my white tee Fuck a throwback I look clean in my white tee I gotta couple throwbacks it just I choose not to wear them White tee extravganza nigga like a foot locker sale
