my hair and your fucken dead My bicep is twice the size of your head I go to the gym 6 days a week I'm on the juice, I'm at my peak I go out at night
[Intro - 50 Cent talking] Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo [Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland] Timbaland sounds so good, but I might
rap song Im the fan with the illegal strap on Teflon n a wife beater n black on Its on! [50 Cent talking..] Wassup? this the kid 50 Cent man Its
it's Christmas, and put me on your wish list When it go down, I'm help you pull your whiskers Put your lips on my lips and taste my honey 50 Cent
'm a get snuffed cause I ain't said enough to pipe down, I pipe down when the fuckin (blanked) whipped out, When I see that little (blanked) dyke get sniped out, Lights out
[Intro 1: 50 Cent] (*Get Rich Or Die Tryin' intro*) hahaha Break it down Go, go, go, go, go, go [Intro 2: Beyonce] (* 50 Cent intro in background *)
my shit, and I pop my shit But I ain't gonna change I don't play that shit G-Unit do ya' thang Some say I'm crazy for signin' with 50 cent Them same
my G-6's and I'm A-Town stompin' Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in 'Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin' me into somethin' Low rider out
wanna act out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's a real nigga for ya [Chorus: 50 Cent] (2x) We the realest nigga 50 Cent and
while I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress see me in a black lex, hard-top My mink drop-top, fresh out
them hollow tips See shot lugers with an extra clip 50 cent back on that gangsta shit On my way OD to flip them bricks In that big body Benz you know it's oh 6
how you like it, girl You now rockin' with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) [Verse 4 - 50 Cent] 50, unh Bentley, unh Em' came 'n gotta nigga fresh out
[50 Cent] Yeah, F-50 [Chorus - 50 Cent] As times go by, I twist a lot Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think I'm all poinry, cause
none of ya'll niggas, you know what I'm sayin 50 cent, 9-9, motherfuckin doo wop Volume 3, take it however the fuck you wan' take it Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent
jog (Chorus) You like it when I back that ass up on you? (50 Cent) Ooh, baby I like it, I like it When I work that ass, that ass (50 Cent) Baby I
[Intro] New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent) Are you ready? (are you ready?) [gun cocks] I said are you ready
that feed 'em, deserve to die [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 2] You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah) Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this
gettin smoked, goddamn [Chorus] [50 Cent] I push my pen with passion, I'm the author of the struggle When pain is a head crack, designer of the devil Trip' 6-6-6