painted through words that make a blind man see Scream murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder! (Fuck around and leave you!) Murder! (I don't believe you!) Murder, murder! (Your life's on the line
bout it (bout it) Imma get rich and imma die tryin' I ain't 50 Cent but respect my mind Respect my gansgsta respect my shine Put your click in chick if you step outta line
works every time Every verse, every line, as simple as nursery rhymes It's elementary. The elephants have entered the room. I venture to say with the center
me, and I am well aware that I don't belong here You've made that perfectly clear, I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere From Bel-Air shopping center
(trump) [Verse 1] You find me offensive I find you offensive for finding me offensive Hence if I should draw out a line any fences If so to what extent
dog, this is new shit Im from Southside, nigga we do this They say Im grimey, its hard to find me When sun lighten up the sky Niggas wanna line me, try
still will kill And I don't want to, nigga but I will if I got to Kill, if niggaz get to fuckin around If niggaz get to fuckin around [50 Cent] Yeah...
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]
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 Cent
broad Picture me putting jewels on a broad I'd rather put shoes on the car A pool in the yard You don't really wanna fool with the god Nigga my front line
line just beeped And if you come through, stop and get, me some sweets Repeat Chorus Twice (Verse 2) Well now You never what's next, when you at my Jones Some watchin' Sports Center
Knots Landing Duck, heavens to fuckin Merkatroid I drop noise that employs the unbelievable Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine with a nine pull line
wouldn't of sold loads if wasn't for Kels Well you was crazy man with the punch line flow But now you the ladies man where the punch lines go Yo it don
Mister center of attention That's his name Girls line up when they see him Boys have to give him space I don't know where he's going But I know he
I'm standing in the center of the room I'm watching boys follow girls perfume All is as it should be I assume Except for the distance between me and you
the center of anger, wait Cross the line you will suffer (no bridge, just one step) Cross the line... (no bridge, no way back) Cross the line... (better give, better stand up) Cross the line
[50 Cent] I, know, you, know I'm, on, fiiiii-re [Chorus: 50 Cent] If, you don't know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna
[50 Cent] Yeh.. Shit 50 Cent.. GGG- G-Unit (Em:Here we go again) Shit make you mad when I switch my flow? You cana?™t understand where I get my dough
