you sure bout it (bout it) I'll get your mind off ties Cause the hustla don't stop If your girl don't chew then my name ain't Joc The money don't flip
of the year four times in a row (what they give you?) A lifetime supply of baking soda clientele A rolling bar, two pounds and three scales Can get bout 50
you move it, Go Ahead put ya back into it, Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it, Shake.. sh.sh..shake that ass girl. [Verse 1] Go, Go, Go, 50
i get busy Your next two songs, do the shit with Pretty Ricky 760 drive by like tick With two hoes in the whip lookin like flip Yeah nigga [Chorus - 50
I summersault bricks Black thoughts start flyin, when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me Man my cold days, they called me chef boy are 50
Maybelline Or Dance Next To Joc To Try And Get Hot This Is The Quiet Before The Storm, The Warning Before Its On 50 Back On That Shit, 50 Finna To Flip
thugs Like them 4 little kids And the teacher gettin plugged I don't give a fuck style Tell me come jiggy I rock kix and swishees Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit 50
thugs Like them 4 little kids And the teacher gettin plugged I don’t give a fuck style Tell me come jiggy I rock kix and swishees Coppin moet wit 2 counterfeit 50
back We been candy paint on them 4s since they made that Hop up in my fly ride watch the top lay back Rather flip a drop 'Lac before I flip a Maybach
here, We smoke good in here. Moving through your hood shining, Keep yellow, I'm gonna wear blue diamonds, Look mellow, allways be grinding, rhyming- I get 50
[50 Cent:] I'm focused man [Ciara:] You should know this man [50 Cent:] Yes one dose of me will have you addicted To know me is to love me I handle my
[50 Cent:] I'm focused man [Ciara:] You should know this man [50 Cent:] Yes one dose of me will have you addicted To know me is to love me I handle mah
be true to you (50 Cent) Go shawty, it’s your birthday You made it just in time to hear my wordplay It’s that kid that fit flows who used to flip Os
Got to try my own luck, "Get Rich or Die Tryin'" It's G-Unit 'til I'm gone, Lord knows I ain't lyin niggaz [Chorus: 50 Cent - repeat 2X] First there
[50 Cent] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Little Tyrone Toddy gettin' his ass whipped so he holdin' that gat down His momma think it's my fault cause he listen to back
to baldhead my shit threw, had to switch the waves Just that quick, slip and the mac spit, bladdat Four up in they chest and reload while they back flip
m tieing on my bandanna and i'm cocking back jump out the Hummer and say lil shorty wear your stocking cap dawg we got automatics, two shooters, six shots, and 50
Lil Wayne] Don't holla at me You ain't my pa [Baby] Now stop playin', Look I got a hundred bricks just came 50 ki's of raw dope, and 50 bricks of cocaine
