t believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line!) Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me I'm tryna figure out how y'all started me Make me catch her on
a lie dictor cuz I aint sayin shit The more you talk the higher your chance is your doin a bid Today I read the paper and it said tru life caught a case
No one gives a shit Except some kids who just got into sex on the Internet So you want the chat room or the house of Malibu Em? Your emphasis is on the
fucking around. [50 cent] Respect come from admiration and fear. You can admire me or you can catch one in your wig. See the testosterone the toast is right on
B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [50 Cent
clothing line's on fire As 50 would say 'Our clothing line's on Fiyaa'' We ain't wire your minds on us, like mine's on Mariah And y'all is just like
no one gives a shit except some kids who just got into sex on the internet so you want the chat room or the house of Malibu Em? Your emphasis is on the
sit, it's the pits When the waist line slips, 39 inch hips and your pants don't fit You're in deeper, you dig into the pit The climb is always steeper
[50 cent] Its more mental then physical Its more then sexin we gotta connection Be my angel and ill be your protection If you grind when i grind when
[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
money slow up, I'll run up on you niggaz I'm on the edge, I'm just waitin' on a nigga to push me Put my hand on my strap, what you lookin' at pussy
't give a fuck about you Your homie on the block can get it too Ya'll little motherfuckas ain't gangster Save your crew Before I put a hit out on
wrong Mexicans I write my lifestyle, y'all niggas is cheaters Your lines come from feds, felons and don diva Oh, you the black hand of death Then why your
GIVE A FUCK FT. 50 CENT, LLOYD BANKS, OLIVIA Olivia: Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oeh Oehhhhh We, We don't give a fuck about you Your homie on
[Intro - 50 Cent - talking, breathing noises in background] Hey pass that nigga, we gettin' high Yo, yo this is some bomb shit right here man 50 can't
me I'm movin heavy weight, get gone with your light ass Me I'm so official, pearl-handled nickel plated nine-nine, your life's on the line [Chorus] [50 Cent
streets is real If they only knewwwwww, what's goin onnnnnnn, yeah~! [50 Cent] You're sunshine, your smile make my day It's simple - your dimple your eyes Your lips, your
on top and I ain't gonna stop, n-gger, yeah We drift deeper, life goes on, we drift deeper, drift deeper, we drift deeper in the zone life goes on We
