t want me Say it on the radio So go on go on go on just play it Come on come on come on, you'll never say it That you don't want me 'Cause you can't
on the kitchen floor Writes a poem and turns the radio on Every singer sings the same old song And it goes: (The world's full of lonely people) And it
: They keep playing sad songs on the radio And I feel like I'm so alone On this 15 hour drive And all the while I tell myself to just believe Cause nobody
life (turn the radio up high) Praying one day that he might get better Take it from me girl it don't get no better Say ohhhhhh, say ohhhhhh (turn the radio
] Everybody over there! Get on up! Everybody up there! Get into it! Everybody right there! Get involved! [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] All the people on
put the bass on the 24-track Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast You disregarded, but
The best jewelers want to make my things I'm so so hot even if there was a change The best jewelers want to make my things Slick on the radio, I say
a hit. Can I flip it? I may get wicked as I rip it. To get specific: If the shoe fits, then kick it. It's for the gifted. Pump your fist if you wit it
: (feat. Lloyd Banks, Ma$e, Prodigy, Spider Loc) [Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money, ha ha [Chorus: 50 Cent] Nah nigga
want the world to know that you're mine But on some real shit, communications could be better So I'm writin' a song, instead of a love letter They can play it on the radio
, a lil' bit [Verse 1: 50 Cent] And it's on, up and down she like to ride on top Fast, prayin that the condom pop That's foul, but fuck it it's all hood