(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo & Young Buck) [50 Cent:] Yea... I like da thank everybody, Da haterz, ma fans... (wow), It's been five years man, 3 albums
', and runnin', and runnin', and... In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks. We got five minutes for us
', and runnin' runnin', and... In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks. We got five minutes for us to
remember Wanda up on scrap metal hill With them big brown eyes that make your heart stand still Well, at five a.m., oil pressure's sinkin' fast I make
for nine-five, nine-six, suck dick Yes I got the bag full of brand new tricks Dead in the face, yes I'm gon' hit you with hits Oh my God, me and my niggaz
can ask my ex-hooker. But now I'm on some new improved shit, making hits, stacking chips, now everything's legitimate. I flipped the scrip a long time ago, on the five
just a little compassion we can all just shine No kids go hungry no child left behind Why every time a leader steps outta line We find cut down early before he hits
you can kiss our whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if we don't play they show They don't play out hits
can kiss my whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I don't play they show they don't play my hits
got you Trained, Up early in the morning before the sun rise, Scrapin' out my pipe tryin' to Stay High, I gotta get blunted for the nine to five, And
again I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten Me, Lil' Mario
afternoon Folks sittin' on things, mad systems boom The girls are lookin' better The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever At Venice by the ocean Rag-top Trey hits
a rip shop, tell that ass drop Five O ice, yo fuck a damn cop 'Cause I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll Five thousand dollar suits and fly gold
kiss my whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward Got beef with radio if I don't play they show They don't play my hits,
, nigga that's the life When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast I'm asking you, 'cause we used
