hood shit is lovely until it go bad Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you When i'm not in the jam, i write in my hand [50 Cent
[50 Cent] Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples
50 Cent:] Nights like this I wish Rain drops would fall a all 5 heartbeats left One last deep breath Freeze [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I got a 16 shot Ruger
[Chorus - 50 Cent & Tony Yayo] Man I run this rap shit (Get ya hands up high, hands up high, hands up high) Rest in peace to Biggie Smalls (Get ya hands
swishes [bidge] now blow walk to this, now crip walk to this now throw it up raise it up for that gangsta shit now blow walk to this, now crip walk to this
my clique Aww nigga don't trip Case you didn't know who this is Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit Aww nigga don't trip [Verse 2- 50 Cent] Where I'm from, you
work for me now, you gone see now How I change shit, re-arrange shit See for you dog, this is new shit Im from Southside, nigga we do this They say Im
Put my back on the wall nigga watch me go for mine I let 21 shots off at the same time, YEAH! [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yeah... where I'm from death is always
(50 Cent feat. Mary J. Blige - All Of Me) Mary~ now if i give ya all of me what ya gon give me back ya body is callin me got me fellin like a fein
her, I lost her, Her head is in the disposal with Jessica's I squashed her, And put her through the ringer and hung her over the wash tub. [50 Cent]
[Intro: 50 Cent] What you sayin boy, boy? (boy) Ha ha! Said what you sayin boy, boy? (boy) [Chorus: 50 Cent] See, the weak get walked on, the soft get
50 Cent] It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got tyme to waste Let's make it [50
rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dime I’mlike Patty LaBelle, homie, I’mon my own Where I lay my hat is my home,
[50 cent] Unh, yeah..i like the way this feel right here Yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit Yeah.. [50 cent + (lloyd banks)] There ain
stuff you go'n see That's go'n make it hard to smile in the future [50 Cent] Yea nigga...ha ha Lets go nigga,dis is what it is Tupac cut his head
your vocals But thats only New York dawg, your ass is local [Chorus x2- 50 Cent] Clickity clank clickity clank The money goes into my piggy bank [Bridge- 50 Cent
] I still be riding through the 'hood Into compton, it's all good From southside queens to inglewood We representin' like we should [50 cent] I'm hot