I owe you for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You can stunt if you want and ya ass'll get rolled
[50 Cent] Go, go, go, go Go, go, go shawty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you
got beef Man you better holla at me Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up Everytime I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice, I holler get
G-Unit (What) We in here (What) We can get the drama popping We don't care (What, what, what) It's going down (What) 'Cause I'm around (What) 50 Cent
baby) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers but Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent
motherfuckin chains Or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains (Chorus) [50 Cent] After the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me) If you don't wanna get
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
Yea, G-G-G-G-G-UNIT! (G-UNIT!) Ha ha... Chorus: 50 Cent It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely, 50 don't BACK DOWN Everywhere I go
street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get
you like my style (Uh huh) You like how I break it down Wanna get rich I'll show you how Wanna get rich I'll show you how On ya mark, get set, let's
u mad chump Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up See 50 play fa keeps, and 50 stay wit
to heaven I hope I make it to heaven [50 Cent] When I come through the hood, I don't stop the rapping niggaz Get close enough to smack, get it clappin
Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say You get carried away, you can get
should try your luck with, or fuck with Hollow-tip shells struck you with your bones broken, gun smokin', still locin' what nigga, lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling [Chorus 2X: 50 Cent
[50 Cent] G-Unit, UTP Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha G-Unit, UTP, G-Unit, UTP G-Unit, UTP, 50 Cent, get 'em bucked [50 Cent] 50 Cent, that's my name Man I ain't
Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got tyme to waste Let's make it [50 Cent
(feat. Nate Dogg) [50 Cent] New York City! You are now rapping...with 50 Cent You gotta love it... I just wanna chill and twist a la Catch suns in my
you stop it Shorty, I been watchin you watchin me Now tell me what you like more, my watch or me Haha [Chorus 2x] If you get shot and run to the cop
