don't walk with a limp In the hood then the ladies saying, "50, you hot" They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac But holla in New York
Unh, yeah, I like the way this feel right here Yo turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit, yeah There ain't shit in this world deeper than loyalty
Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo G-Unit This rap shit plays a major part of my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right To send a mothafucka
homicide I ain't had 50 cent when ma grand-mama died Now I'm going back to Cali with ma jacob on See how time fly? [Chorus] [50 Cent] Hate it or love
I still be riding through the 'hood Into Compton, it's all good From Southside Queens to Inglewood We representin' like we should I'm hot boy, I told
it There's no humor in it, no more you know I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass You
[50 Cent] It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right. It ain't good to good in front of niggas in the hood, right. Everybody know that
sake your body thats it fool i put hidrles in my ride you f*cking people you dont mas with me am not a super man to give to a icecram go and call you
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 boy
half you hustlin' backwards Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards I'M tryin' to move more birds ...In PA all day, on the corner of Third (NIGGA WHAT!) [50 Cent
: [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
] 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
[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
the street got a tape playing me You can't believe it? Erick Sermon, rolling with Short Rolled from California all the way to New York In big Benzes, G-50
D R E Me and X was in da club 'bout to blast off heat Quik told me to be all I can be Nate is my Dogg, him and Warren G They recognize the ridah in the drivers seat And even 50 Cent
[Chorus 2X: 50 Cent] I left a message for your toy, got a chrome .44 Get the message, come out and get the message It won't even be a war, no beef no
