50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Why you tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Can't play the game with only 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent So why you
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
m runnin' Homicide come around and they keep on coming That's why I'm out of state and I keep on runnin' I ain't Nelly but my desert eagles on girl Just
50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Why you tryin to play The Game, with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Can't play The Game with only 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent So why
a nickel, 50 cent for Dutch Masters My big brother's Pelle Pel' lingers of a fargone weed smoke Lookin' for greener pastures, pasturized 2% for $2.19 You can get 2 quarts, there's
growth And the final result, back in that same boat I asked myself, do I love these hoes? NOPE! [50 Cent] Em introduced, 50 this is Tanya, Tanya this is 50
me she back till then, no doubt, on me! she s ready, i think she s ready she s ready, i think she s ready!, plaa! thinking in her with me if not she
going on top and I ain't gonna stop, n-gger, yeah We drift deeper, life goes on, we drift deeper, drift deeper, we drift deeper in the zone life goes on
can't do it like me (cuz, you cant do it like me) {[50 Cent:] hold on a second homie, lets get this clear} G-unit!!! [scratching {50 Cent: hold on a
need to talk to jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with my semi Who's calling me its Chris he's on the other line with diddy But I don't
4 - 50 Cent] Go shorty, it's your birthday You made it just in time to hear my wordplay It's the kid that flip flows who used to flip O's And run G for
sea breeze. 50 don't make me ride on these niggers (ay). Cause I will kill dip and hide on these niggers (oooohhhhh). 50 don't make me ride on these niggers
GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [50 Cent Verse] You cant body the kid, you know how i rock Went from pumpin packs on
Denim To velour, even our clothing line's on fire As 50 would say 'Our clothing line's on Fiyaa'' We ain't wire your minds on us, like mine's on Mariah
my dick licked round the globe I'm sick right into show, riding on lolo's puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo's don't f-ck with the dodo's, I sling for
her rap message through a bottle Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goines Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss Cherry cent
town on Friday, by Tuesday, it's all spent Two bucks an hour, this job ain't too hip My love life's turning sour working the night shift It's the pits