you love me too We were meant to be 'cause shorty You love me And I love you too And I promise I'll be true to you [Verse 4 - 50 Cent] Go shorty, it
[Intro:] Imma be honest with you, I expect you to like me I mean what is there not to like? I'm confident, got a great sense of humor I'm fun, I-I'm the
When I start gettin' loose on ya! Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya! I make it hard to breathe! I come with your hustle, air it
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'm really
sicko, I'm crazy I see, I come at night, boy, I kill you, you make me They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me I'll come back bigger, stronger
2] When I said I'll kill ya, I'll kill ya, as a kid I wasn't kiddin then Special ed kid in the back on Ritalin Crib all fucked up, hooptie all fucked
:] [Outro:] Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it! Come get it! [echoes] Huh, you want some? Come get it, I'm strapped now, I'm with it! Fuck that
I'm like pure cocaine I have the whole night club goin insane No matter how rich I get I'm never gonna change I will let it rain push me I let it rain I
mug N-gga f-ck your mean mug [50 cent] When I'm trippin' Im twisted, I slap my clip in When I flip, hoe duck down when I start gettin' I'm iced out,
50 cent : im going to be honest with you , i expect you to like me . i mean what is there not to like . i'm confident , got a great sense of humor .
I'll be damned if I be a snitch fool [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bun B] It's Bun B I go back-a like "Atlanta Black Crackers" I back-slap a, back-packer, from
fuckin paranoid since I sold weight I went from 50 sacs to 50 packs And all because this motherfucker got jipped he wants to jip me back But when I find him I
me wrong when I come through the hood. Ain?t nothing changed still holly at my homiest. Oooo And when I hit the block I still will kill. And i don?t want
for it or make me do it to ya I'm a magnet to murder, when I'm in the mood Get convicted through the forensics when you walk in my shoes I'm bad news,
[50 Cent talking to girl] No I aint signing shit [Girl] Nigga you think you all that, you a grimy nigga [50 Cent] Yea Yea [Chorus- 50 Cent (girl
I am And be happy you're my girl 'cause I'm happy I'm your man I can hear your call, it just takes one call I'll come running, boy I promise I will
none of these hoes worth 50 cents So break these ladies all you pimps Never have this much fun anywhere, to go back home, I just don't care Me leave
the fuck you thought? I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when I swing I'm born to mack, always strapped, with the black gat Who out there? I swear