they throne. [Outro:] Niggas can't fuck with me Hundred bars, nigga I do a hundred bars every muthafucking day of the week, nigga That's 7 hundred bars
So I Put A 100 Bars On It U Couldnt Make My Freestyle Whack If U Put Chico Debarg On It Im So Hard Homie I Swear To God Homie 50 Cent Still Bet His Fuckin
t feed they artists Talkin blueprint shit you got three garages Gettin money off Roc like little E and carter Showin off your little chain like these is flawless Send him 50 cent
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
[Intro: 50 Cent] Baby this is real shit my record sell slow I'm show you my dick [x7] [The Game:] Hit a breakdown No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
(feat. Josh Moor) [KID:] Whos under there? [50 Cent:] Its 50 Cent [KID:] Mom theres ghosts under my bed!! [50 Cent:] G-Unit! G-Unit! G-Unit! G-Unit
[50 Cent] That'll be the end of 50 Cent or Shady/Aftermath I'm movin' forward in my career As Dre had got creatively tied up on to The Game project If
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Dre) Me and X (Xzibit) was in the club bout to blast off heat Quik (DJ) told me to be all I can be Nate (Dogg) is my "Dogg" him and Warren G They recognize the Ridah in the driver's seat An even 50 Cent
I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck y'all gonna do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy
you got in that bag Nigga i'm focused Ash tray full of roaches See i'm the player who be cussin' out his coaches Lamborghini with the lemonade suede seats 50 Cent
(featuring 50 Cent) [50 Cent] Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT! We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end Go shawty, we back up
bars, get off tour, then go and cook crack Look at me now bitch, you don't know how rich Lloyd Banks, yayo, 50 cent, game nigga, or I'll get Solute a
man! [Game:] This shit is let 'em the brief like, youkno'msayin'? [50 Cent:] Compton and New York... the mothafuckin' airfield. [Bank$:] Yeah! [Game:] We own think the 50