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
{*GUNSHOT*} Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready? {*gun cocking*} Let me know, holla [2Pac - from the song "Smile"] There's gon'
die [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 2] You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah) Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah) You bust your gun
[Ester Dean] Here we go ready hard rock Here we go ready hard rock [Chorus - 50 cent] What ya talkin bout What ya talkin bout What ya talkin bout What
50 Cent Intro- I'm number one.. Yeah.. 50 Cent Verse- They say i ain't lyrical, they say i ain't a miracle I say some hard shit so they say i ain't spiritual
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) [Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent] [50 Cent] 50
in the call.. We ready to brawl with everyone of you or, Yes Yes [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your
50 got it done Signed with G-Unit Had niggas like, "Huh?" Don't try to front I'll leave your ass, slumped Thinking I'm a punk Get your fucking head, lumped 50 got a, gun [50 Cent
gully get a gun) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] If you scared nigga get a gun, don't go get a dog Got a .44 long to put your ass in a morg You peace talk with your
Ya hate me cause I I'm nice up on the mic I'm twice the size of rice, my flow keepin em' right Brain dead you need cents like 50 'Cause won't you to love
is usually to use me They 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 get
an auction. Tell them we gotta raise some money for the defense. They'll buy everything that she touched. Everything. Your shoes, your dresses, your perfumes, your
rap game hip hop 101 the hardest 9 to 5 you'll ever have. you cant learn this shit in no history book you ready to rap mutha fucker you ready to sell your
took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a muthafucka Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He
me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds
nigga? Check the soundscan, guess who on top, nigga! Fake-ass king of New York, you need to stop, nigga, Cos you not Big, not Nas, not Jigga, Take your
the call. we ready to brawl with everyone of you or, Yes Yes 50 Cent Chorus There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you some say your soul