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
niggaz is stop frontin' 'Cause 50 say pop somethin' I'm gon' pop somethin', what up? Don't make me send a nigga to you, 16 shot ruger Send twelve shots to you
no good baby [50 Cent] Ay yo I treat you like you need to be treated like you're special Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you When
back on this shit again [50 Cent - Verse 1] I had the same vision cat had in ?89 So all the work in Southside gon be mine I got project protection, thats 10 grand a building
Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart] What're you talking about? You've been setting me up, Roxie
't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain't 50 Cent
Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain't 50 Cent,
burnin' the cluth, while I'm burnin' the dutch You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what You done told me you
lucky, then dog, press your luck And watch how quickly you get stuck I'll make sure when they hoes you down You wont get up, Dade County back that up. For building
are coming next You're no witch, you're no wench You're like Bjork with better fashion sense So I phone 50 Cents And I'm building up my confidence
50 Cent, 2Pac) Sometimes you just feel tired, feel weak When you feel weak, you feel like you just wanna just give up But you gotta search within you
appetites They only crave, for what satisfies for the moment They can't see past their noses Ain't thinking about the afterlife Man, they don't want God, they want 50 Cent
Feat. 2pac & 50 Cent) [50 Cent:] Yeah nigga! Ha ha Let's go nigga, this is what it is Tupac cut his head bald Then you wanna cut yo' head bald (You
compliments are coming next You're no witch, you're no wench, You're like Bjork with better fashion sense A phone, 50 cents, and I'm building up my
come and get me, Who'd of thought this rappin' make sense(cents), no 50? And if you're doin' great like I am, Say it with me. [Chorus] I'm So On it, You
Soulja Boy, why you stuntin on that ass? I'm breakin people necks everytime I ride past I'm buyin bottles cash while you puttin it on your tab Bitch you pull up
[50 Cent] Ya, let's take em back Uh huh Comin up I was confused my momma kissin a girl Confusion occurs comin up in the cold world Daddy ain't around