a get ya boy! [Freeway:] Get, get gully! - Get, get, get gully! (yeah!) Get, get gully! - Get, get, get gully! (yeeeah!) We get gully! - And we get money
them hos Nigga what you know about?.. Gettin' that dough Pushin' that blow Sippin' that Mo Bitch what you know about?.. [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Big money,
Hold a Llama and I'm cocky Should I explain myself, baby I'm on that hood shit So say you wanna go, well I say go 'head good bitch I tour PGA, that's
be on top Coke Life call me when it's time to cop [50 Cent:] I got 99 bottle of beer on the wall and 99 grams left to flips that's all Like toasting
in the club make it hot) I might as well not complain (Yo, yo, yo, yo, 50!) [50 Cent](Natina) Shorty if you really want it Then you can get it the way
get half of me Get off my dick I'm the shit I know ya'll niggas copying my style [Chorus: 50 Cent] They stay at home All alone In the zone Bumpin' 50's shit That
(with Mann) [Intro: 50 Cent] 50! Haha! Whoo, whoo, whoo! [Chorus: Mann {50 Cent}] Man I feel like moneyyyyy! (man I feel like money!) {yeah!} They'
Chorus] [Em] When Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk! [Dr] Get it crunk (CRUNK, CRUNK, CRUNK) [Em] And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and [50
Get Get G-Get Get Down! Get Get G-Get Get Down! I Pull Out You Better, Get Down! I Let Off You Better, Get Down! Get Get G-Get Get Down! Get Get G-Get
time... {REENA! } I smoke that good shit. I'm high all the time... {JOHN! } Man I'm on some hood shit. [Bridge 2: 50 Cent sings] Now if you heard I done
of dawn and were starting this party from dusk. And I take great pleasure in introducing: 50 Cent ! 50 Cent It’s bottle after bottle The money ain’t
scared the fuck to death of that hollowtip diet Intensive Care Unit after niggas get sprayed up Jamaica Hospital third floor when you layed up Make sure your bills get
Get Money I-I Get Money I-I Get I Get I Get I Get (Remix! AHHHHHHHH!) [Chorus: Sample Courtesy Of "Top Billin" By Audio Two (50 Cent) {50 Cent adlib
, get away, I doubt that! [2 shots] {OOH! } Want to tell that D's; yeah, I doubt that! I put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, Jack! {50 Cent! } [50 Cent
the moon, cos I run New York, (Yayo tell 'em I run New York) [50 Cent talking] Now who the fuck told that lil' nigga he can talk to me like that? Catch
[50 Cent:] Go, go, go Go, go, go [Pre-Chorus: 50 Cent] Go shorty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's your birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it
[50 Cent] Next and 50 (Uh-huh) Next and 50 Next and 50 Next and 50 Yo, yo my imagination is more vivid than life Playboy November issue page three was
You Gon Getcha Ass Layed Down [Verse 2: 50 Cent] That Ni**A Joe Comin Home Soon He Up There In Four People, Its On When He Touch That Cause He Can Get