jog (Chorus) You like it when I back that ass up on you? (50 Cent) Ooh, baby I like it, I like it When I work that ass, that ass (50 Cent) Baby I
around and catch the wrong jukes on the street Get caught slippin', then get hit wit' like three In every hood in the US, I'm that nigga they feelin' Rap full of good guys, 50 Cent
, who steals from the hands that feed 'em, deserve to die [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 2] You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah) Well 50 Cent
[Talking] Ya'll niggas wanna get high, well we gonna get high then This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby 50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna
the gun, the last to run While you hit the pavement son I mash you, ugh If you don't know you better go and ask someone 50 Cent is my symbol and my name
[Chorus: 50 Cent] Nigga try and come play me Better come on your A game, ay mayne - AY! Niggaz try to move on me I cock the heat, cause a melee, melee
shit, gettin rich That's why my name ring bells all round this bitch Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent (
for dead, let em have a bleed off 44 to the head, will tear a n-gga meat off won't show any emotions when he let the heat off [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yeah
m nice I only say things once, never twice, don't fuck with me St. Louis niggaz is rowdy rowdy Cleveland niggaz is 'bout it, 'bout it 50 cent ain't gonna
your ass! You try to jam me, thinking I'm candy, ain't nothing sweet I run the streets with all sorts of heat! You try to eat try elsewhere! - My presence
nigga you not ready for me (no) You not ready for me nigga you not ready for me (no) It's G-Unit and we bout to get this fuckin' hoe [50 cent] Yea nigga
fuck son.. I'm tellin' you man.. You gotta watch these niggaz man.. [Chorus] I'm paranoid, bitch I can't sleep Niggaz tryna get me, man gimme my heat
50 Cent (Chorus)- Nigga, things change they dont stay the same now watch me come up i hustle, i hustle even harder i put that work in to win, no
(featuring 50 Cent) [Havoc talking] Yeah we stop fuckin with theses niggaz It's real... it's real... yo [Verse 1: Havoc] This money done got a nigga
gutta We a-shot ya then cut cha' Thing's gon' change Ja, you ain't never lie when the heat wave high E'ybody gotta die 50 Cent, is that what this is
is usually to use me They 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 get
Velma. I feel about you. You're like family to me. You're like one of my own. - l'll do for 50 bucks. [Velma Kelly] - 50 bucks for a phone call? You
[50] Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah) I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah) G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT! I keep hearin' niggas