my first mill' I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real? [Chorus] Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money") Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") My bitches get
sho? ?nuff ?bout it, bout it I?ma get rich or I?ma die tryin? I ain?t 50 Cent but respect my mind Respect my gangsta, respect my shine Put your click
doubt it Show me that you sure bout it (bout it) Yung Joc: Imma get rich and imma die tryin' I ain't 50 Cent but respect my mind Respect my gansgsta respect my
friends Why pretend? (Ma, 50's back at it again) [50 cent] Go ahead go against me I'll hurt your feelings Stones in my cross the size of your earrings My
shelf Roach legs and cheese She was the head pro, you know she got a extra key She met my dog, slept in my draws Now she go in my pockets, intercept my
, "Get outta the car, boy" He put the 'cuffs on my wrist, read me my rights Oh, things got intense I got 90 days in jail No one would go my bail, so there
you know my names Dirt Dog, Dirt MC" "Dirt Dog, I know what you about" "Bitch get the fuck in the car" Drove her to my house Aah, to my house "Open
some dickhead at the ATM ATM [Verse Two] All my ex girlfriends hate my guts But I don't give a shit because they're all sluts! My last one wanted to be a surgeon But get
yelling out, "Wait!" So I turn around, approach my shit, He said: "Aren't you the guy that used to sing with 50 Cent?" "Why, yes I am." That was my reply, "My
Get into the car Turn the radio up real far To shut the noise So I can hear my voice There's a party on down the street But nobody invited me 'cause I
fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!) [Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)] You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car
I even get you a ho If you don't got no whip, I get you a car If you don't got no skills, I get your some more My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw
[50 Cent] Now play my Tony Yayo shit Yeah, 50 Cent G-Unit Remix Tony Yayo We gonna do it again [Hook: repeat 2X] Back seat of the Caddy truck or Tahoe
50 cent don't matter I'll fire shots at the ship and watch the sheeps scatter My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies You scared then get
, go, go, go, go, go, go, go shawty My nails, my hair, my diamond rings Shining with all my fancy things My crib, my car, my clothes, my jewels Why
when my luck's hard I still count my blessings See that look in my eye, ya betta keep on steppin' Spent time on my cell floor, to sharpen my weapon
(50 Cent) Yeah, it?s 50. Uh huh, Scrappy. It?s the Unit. Ahh nigga what you don?t know, is I ride around with the 44 Got a lil brown tryin to get some
my shit, and I pop my shit But I ain't gonna change I don't play that shit G-Unit do ya' thang Some say I'm crazy for signin' with 50 cent Them same