it Can't rearrange it, I am what I am So, love me for bein' me I'm so hood, I can't help it I'm so hood, I can't help it Love me for bein' me 'cause
Nice] Hoods is up so skills is up It's a stick-up, so why'd you interrupt? So such bust material cerebral I'm eatin cereal with spoons sippin Cepacol
Loaded I'm rich like them white boys out there playing hockey NHL, a Nigga Hold a Llama and I'm cocky Should I explain myself, baby I'm on that hood shit So
Any City any town, touch down I do my thing I'm a hustler baby I provide by any means I'm a bring conversation, you should know what I'm about When you
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
hated And anticipated Since N.W.A. Clear the way [Chorus: 50 Cent & (Wacko)] I got that trey pound with me now (I got that nine with me) Niggas know how I
bills get paid up So its nine one one When you see my gun I'm popular nigga the police know me Just cause of this rap shit i'm rich now homie Man when
, I doubt that! I put the barrel in tha .5th in ya mouth, Jack! {50 Cent! } [50 Cent:] I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout it! - I'm 'bout it, 'bout it! I push
[50 Cent:] Do it again [Eminem:] What...? [50 Cent:] Laugh [Eminem:] Oh Haha! [50 Cent:] I like that, haha [Eminem:] Haha haha [50 Cent:] hehe [Eminem:] You gonna think I
50 Cent] You can find me in the club Bottle full of bub' Mama, I got what you need If you need to feel the buzz I'm into havin' sex, I ain't in to makin
fuck that I'd rather jerk off Listen time's money so I'm only into quickies I'm not a pretty boy so I ain't never been picky I make it real easy for you
back I'm addicted to groupie love, menage three ain't new I treat these boppers like my music; all I want is to screw So when I come through, you know I'm
[Verse 1: 50 Cent] Man I told ya'll I was finnin' to blow like C4 Stunt in the G5 fly in the G4 G Unit footwear, G Unit apparell I'm so hood That green
I'm eating. - I suggest you niggas try this! (yeeah!) Scrap the plate, move the weight I got the itus. (uh!) I'm sick. - I'm addicted to the dough (hahaaa
out I just black out, and blow they motherfuckin back out That's real [Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X] We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga
I'm a Thug Poet If I say my mind kills that means I'm a Thug Poet If I say that I'm a flock that means I'm a Thug Poet And when I lay it down, it makes
[Obie Trice] You don't see me in the hood, it's cause I'm doing this man Niggas, I'm still grinding (yeah), I still hearing those sirens I'm still getting
