You not ready for me nigga you not ready for me (no) You not ready for me nigga you not ready for me (no) You not ready for me nigga you not ready for
[50 Cent] Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck... G G G G G-Unit! Haha! [Young Buc] Vacate your home I come to brake your bones Americas nightmare
[50 Cent] Go, go, go, go Go, go, go shawty It's your birthday We gon' party like it's yo birthday We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday And you
I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood [Chorus] G-Unit, are you ready G-Unit, are you ready G-Unit, are you ready Nigga, ready or not
City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent) Are you ready? (are you ready?) (*gun cocks*) I said are you ready? (are you ready
(Bridge) 50 Cent I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it I Like the Way she do it (Chorus) 50 Cent I Said I
up like 50 Cent's Most of you faggots stay postin' that jacked shit But when we retaliate, it's never some rap shit Swing on your mandible and bring out
take me to ecstasy without taking ecstasy.... 50 Cent #2: From your back to your thighs your lips to your hips when I head downtown mama its a hell of a trip relax what you calling your
, I take your baby mama shoppin' No, she ain't worth 50 cents, just to get at your ass I'm so petty any beef I'm so ready Now you trying kick it like
Yo Redd Spyder, is that 50 Cent Pac joint ready? Let me know, holla There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future
e Both Think Alike" [50 Cent (Olivia) Intro] Yeah.. 50.. Olivia.. We Both Think Alike.. (We Both Think Alike) [50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus] Now shorty
Intro - 50 Cent talking] Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo [Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland] Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not
rap song Im the fan with the illegal strap on Teflon n a wife beater n black on Its on! [50 Cent talking..] Wassup? this the kid 50 Cent man Its
Yeah, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck G-G-G-Unit, haha Vacate your home, I come to break your bones America's nightmare, we at it again A desert eagle
your covers of casette singles to sell them out the trunk of your Tracer Spendin your whole paychecks at Disc Makers What you know about bein bullied over half your
/ 50 cent The rap game, Hip hop 101, The hardest 9 ta 5 you will ever have, You can't learn this shit in no history book, You ready to rap motherfucker, You ready
, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga) Muthafucka, uh, Harlem to Queens muthafuckas (What's up man? Heh, what's up nigga?) And I'll smack the fuckin' shit out your
usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve Who he that's Koopa, but he look like 50 Cent oh yeah Well G-G-G-G-ge-ge-ge-get the hell out
