of what Get the paper man I'm caking you know I don't give a fuck I spend it like it don't mean nothing Blow it like its supposed to be blown Motherfucker
I'm doin' you things, holla [50 Cent] Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me out Now piece by piece we put it all together Time to get this dough nigga
I?m a vet, nigga, and I could take you to school And it?s my fifth album, ?bout to quit like rule So go head and try it, see it just don?t match And ya
me ya coats Bentley Farnsworth, I'll check him proudly We got D-Block, Wu-Tang, Jay-Z and Nas Also performing 50 Cent, Terror Squad From the top, we have
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goines Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss Cherry cent, when the princess spoked yo it
think the contract I would have hit his head I would have left his bed completely red [verse3: Biggie Sound] Hug to J. Glock 50 Cent is welcome to my
's what I flush for My money or my glock, who do I trust more? I don't know, it's probably the one that I touch more Guess it's the green, 'cause paper
Call me paper clip, 'cause I hold this paper together Like papers n letters, catch me in the hepper stapled together Like, bin dancin' wit our neigbours together Nigga, gyea [50/50
I did it Man, I hustle, I get money in the sunshine or a blizzard I go hard for that paper, homie, I just gotta get it Got a money scheme, I'm plottin
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack, I got money, I got money Nigga don't trip, I'll kill ya if you fuck with my grip I won't
I'm a straight guerilla with it, cold hearted killa wit it Any nigga gettin' outta line can get it I make it hot, motherfuckers, freeze up when I come
scary. her cd it aint worth it put ur money in ur pocket and reverse it. her cd it aint worth it put ur money in ur pocket and reverse it. missy elliot
one [all sniffing] I can't feel my face I mean I can touch it, but I can't feel it, inside [Chorus: 50 Cent (Robin Thicke)] (Cocaine) I know police is
hate it, G-unit made it, then Obie's coming, D-twizzy's comin, ya sick to ya stomach 50 percent of it's 50 Cent, the other 50 percent of it's whose
, try, try, try again I'm the best don't you get it, forget it, when I spit it, its crazy You love it, admit it, you like it, I live it, its shady Aftermath
you hate it G-UNIT made it And Obies comin, D twizzis comin, ya sick to ya stomach 50 percent of it is 50 Cent the other 50 percent of it's whose color
bitch just recently I'm screaming out "who want a piece of me?!" I just got a deal just recently [50 cent] 50 and Gucci n-gga this shit equals bread
usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve Who he that's Koopa, but he look like 50 Cent oh yeah Well G-G-G-G-ge-ge-ge-get the hell out