, I won't do a joint wit' you Know matter how much your label try and pay me I'm on top of hip hop I run wit' Aftermath and mother fucking Shady It's
could live through you Would you load your gats and get ready ro ride Or would you lock the door at your crib and hide It's a cold world even when it's
in my mind that man goin die as I frantically run towards Fifty's spot, I panically peep like fifty cops , it was blue and whites, D.T's, and homocide
[50 Cent Intro] Yeah, She like it she love it, she kiss it she suck it, she want me to want it, She want to climb up on it, smile (Ha, ha)a?¦Lloyd Banks
me Holla my name while we fuck Get on top you can ride like a rodeo You freaky and I know so Would it if you like it in your But she's a workin' girl
[50 Cent] Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck... G G G G G-Unit! Haha! [Young Buc] Vacate your home I come to brake your bones Americas nightmare
it It?s your fremme neppa venette It?s your fremme neppa venette If you got a big ***, let me search it And find out how hard I gotta work ya It?s your
my bling bling bling that's how I got your fucking bitch on my dick I hustle then I got that ching ching ching then I bought that bling bling bling that's
[Chorus: 50 Cent] Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze i stay "G'd Up", its tha things tha i dun seen and
50 Cent, Lloyd Banks 50 Cent chorus: nobody get hurt and nobody don't move just give it up smooth G UNIT Motherfucker you move,I'll flash my 2 and blast
Yo Redd Spyder, is that 50 Cent Pac joint ready? Let me know, holla There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future
for Ja's words bein quoted In the SOURCE, stealin 'Pac's shit like he just wrote it You loud mouth, pray to God, hopin no one's listenin See 50 comin
piece to a bigger plan 'Cause all I'm sayin' is the God honest truth of it all We fightin' the wrong enemy That's why I'm gettin' involved It's just
punk ass getting shot Here's the plan, I'm a keep stackin my ends Till I'm on airplane seats in the Maebach benz I'm all about the chips I done took them trips 22's
' they could do to stop my shine This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma who always gotta throw her two cents
NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (When it's on, that's who you get, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (That's your motherfuckin' click, huh?) NYPD, LAPD, NYPD (You a motherfuckin
There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future [50 Cent] Yeah nigga! Ha ha Let's go nigga, this is what it
out A nigga finna blackout, better pray that bitch jam It's in God's hands, it's all God plan You mean even when a nigga gettin smoked, goddamn [Chorus] [50 Cent