(feat. Dr. Dre, 50 Cent) [50 Cent] Sh-sh-sh-shady Aftermath, haha G-G-G-G-G-Unit!, haha [Chorus] Cause we came here to set this party off right Let
(feat. Dr. Dre, 50 Cent) [Intro- 50 Cent] Shady Aftermath G-Unit! [Chorus- Eminem] Cause we came here to set this party off Right let's bounce tonight
the 22 spin, My hoes a perfect ten I got shot but I got up and I'm back at it again Motherfuckers that thought I wouldn't win but tend to be friends At
nigga done in his life I look at this, why speak on when I want when I write So why should I ever fear another man If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss
Quo, Alchemist, YEA! Direct respect, due to stress I almost lost my life My baby momma so much drama I gotta pay that price I'm a trip, I hate hoes on
He don't write his own raps, so I gotta forgive him I got love for ya pops and I always will So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta chill I'm
me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds
my Air Max 95s Told Banks when i met him imma ride And if I gotta die rather homicide I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died Now i'm goin back
s Told you niggaz when I met you I'ma rider And if I got a die I'd rather homicide I ain't have 50 Cent when my grandma died Now I'm goin' back to Cali
Check check out +My Melody+" I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes Lana told me if I passed I'd get a
I need you to be baby (I'm going be good to you) And I'll make you feel like OHH MY GOD [50 Cent:] I'm a 360 nigga, 730 all the way dirty I got that
I'll do ya I'll, I'll use the cig, the pump or the german luger I'll, I'll be the shooter [Verse One: 50 Cent] I'll bang out, I'll, I'll, I'll bang
50 Cent] I-I'll be the shooter! - I-I'll be the shooter! I-I'll use the Colt, the Taurus or the Ruger! I'll pop some through ya! - Dirty is what I'll
Young Buck) [50 Cent:] I'm a work of art A ghetto version of Mozart Yeah... haha [Chorus: 50 Cent] I move the keys, they call me the piano man I'm classically
[Intro: 50 Cent] 50! Haha! Whoo, whoo, whoo! [Chorus: Mann {50 Cent}] Man I feel like moneyyyyy! (man I feel like money!) {yeah!} They're attracted
I borrowed his gunits to walk through the matrix I?m signed to the Doctor I ain?t got no patience So he put me with 50 Cent now I got a face lift Magazines