n u mix em up and you got, juggernaughts of this rap shit, like it or not (50 Cent verse) I got a gambling problem, i bet you niggas am a be back bustin but you
Перевод: 50 Cent. Что You Got.
I got to double up in case the condom snap (50 cent) Look don't ask me for shit man I aint got nothing for you man what? Bitch what the fuck you
problem [gun shot] I come from the bottom, but birds I gotem I ?grip? two cents in harlem , serve allem To me what I deserve man Fuck what you heard
You think you know me but you have no idea Act like you bout it Well lemme put this in your ear If you really bout it Do it like a pose like you don't
take great pleasure in introducing: 50 Cent [50 Cent:] It's bottle after bottle The money ain't a thang when you party with me It's what we into it's
time What a coincidence it is, cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens, I still remember the call up at Chung King cause Big L had just got popped
once you're gone, you don't come back, too bad You're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You
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 Chorus] I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you
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
show now, I got the blow now You wanna hold now? You can come cop Im on the low now, I got the fo' pound Incase a mother fucker got to get shot The only
the general, I do what they pretend to do Front on me now nigga I'll be the end of you Forget your enemies and think of what your friends'll do I drop
50 Cent] They say Im grimey, Im greasy I make a 187 look easy F**k that, I lay my murder game down Push me nigga, see what Im about [Verse 1 - 50 Cent
em out) Bring em in (kick em out) Bring em in its dr dre and 50 cent trey They cant do it how i do it im numba one I knew it I do I do my thing n gangstas
thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you Verse 2 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):
now why you wanna go and do that now if I give ya all of me tell me what you gon give me back 50~ lets start with the moon and the stars whateva you
where you rest, I'll make a mess The holla tips'll hit ya chest, you cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up, You know you fucked When you get on a stretcher
[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
