50 Cent Over and over, i done told ya boy im a G-Unit motherfuckin soldier boy now when u gon get it in yo brain the gates wide open and the dogs off
t "Ether", nah, this ain't "Hit 'em up" This is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick them up We just shot the coroner Who gonna drive the truck Fuck the
we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga? [50 Cents] Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada ass
(feat. 50 Cent, 2Pac) Sometimes you just feel tired, feel weak When you feel weak, you feel like you just wanna just give up But you gotta search within
(feat. 50 Cent) [50 Cent:] She want it I can tell she want it want me to push up on it fore she know when I?m all on it we get the party going liquor
up now What the fuck y'all gonna do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy) Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah) So if shit hit the fan then we might as well
[Intro: 50 Cent] Baby this is real shit my record sell slow I'm show you my dick [x7] [The Game:] Hit a breakdown No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
find out fo sho if u eva step on my toes I stay "G'd Up", when im hanigin' out tha window wit that AK fillin ya punk ass wit holes [50 Cent] Cocaine
G G G, G G G-Unit No peace talks, no white flags No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass [50 Cent] Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas Blood
(feat. Eminem, 50Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck, Tony Yayo) [Intro: 50 Cent] I don't need Don Parrion I don't need Cris Tengo [?] I don't need shit
[feat. 50 Cent & Too Short] [Chorus 1: Too $hort (50 Cent)] Nigga don't act like a BITCH! (haha!) That's why I never love a BITCH! (yeah!) 50 Cent, Too
got paper I'm rollin in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin in the dough, I'm caked up [50 Cent] I was a real bum, now I'
long son? [Lloyd Banks] 50, calm down, here he come [9 Shots] [Banks and 50] Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!? [50 Cent] Ahh! son, pull up! pull up! [50 Cent
how we get down (50 Cent) In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit I don't know why niggaz
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What! [Chorus] Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock Cause then we gonna run
high, well we gonna get high then This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby 50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga [Verse 1] Yo aiyyo