gave the boot to his partner Curt he didn't realize what he was in for And all Stan wanted to make was a few dollars more A few dollars more is what
till we fall, drink Cristal Ghetto superstars, stay knocking off the mall Hundred thousand dollar cars, on twenty inches We million dollar boys, man you niggaz penny pitchers [talking] Million dollar
(feat. Diddy & Jay-Z) [Intro: 50 Cent] The Giants play in New York, Forbes, 1,2,3 [Sample Courtesy Of "Top Billin" By Audio Two (50 Cent):] I Get Money
[50 Cent] Yo, you know what I want? I want the beat to drop right..now niggas be thinkin' I'm crazy right? you are crazy.. I ain't crazy... you are
Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but that's okay Cause I don't like y'all anyway ... And I don't like y'all anyway Fuck all y'all!! My watch talk for
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh [Chorus] I change places, to prevent catchin' the cases Races, in the faces, hall at you laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide
[50 Cent] Aight, check this shit out Y'all niggaz gon' stay in the car I'm'a go right over here and see somethin Gimme ten minutes, If I don't come out
(50 Cent) uhh..uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh...uh huh uh huhh..uh uh uh uh Money make
[Talking] Uh huh, Uh huh, five, five, one... it's real shit nigga [Chorus] You niggas say somethin' slick, you'll get SLAPPED for that You niggas schemin
If a bitch don't like me Somethin' wrong with the bitch (fuck that bitch) Why... oh why... why... you wanna fuck with me now? Yo Dave, that shit come
Verse 1: How you gonna take this? like a Man or a bitch? you gon' get it on nigga or you gon' snitch? I represent niggas in the hood gettin' rich man
[Talking] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Southside, what y'all niggas know about the dirty south? One time [Chorus] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and
(feat. Destiny's Child) [50 Cent] What y'all know about this fab shit, huh? TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh Look we can shop together mama
Trackmasters, 99 shit Huh uh, huh uh, yea [Chorus] Slow dough, is better than no dough (fa sho) Get caught talking to popo (what you say to him son?)
[50 Cent] Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples
(feat. The Madd Rapper) [Madd Rapper] The art of getting robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G
Rule number one don't go against the grain Rule number two give respect where respect due Rule number three if you get knocked play games and say names
(Chorus - 50 Cent) It ain't easy to make money (Whoo) So now everybody wanna take money (Uh huh, uh huh) You ain't a thug, matter fact you a fake money
