50 Cent] Baby this is real shit my record sell slow I'm show you my dick [x7] [The Game:] Hit a breakdown No 400 bars yet, I don't need that I'm gas,
askin "Where I'm From" Y'all forgot who helped 50 Cent pop I ain't spent my own money since Eminem dropped In eighty-fo' I had the streets locked I am
since I came up Young Buck, Olivia ain't safe I'm riding through your neighborhood with my stainless Yayo, I'm Outside your place If I can't get you I
you if you try me for my Air Max 95s Told Banks when i met him imma ride And if I gotta die rather homicide I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma
me new money, say I have no class I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash Bougie ass bitches, you can
if i gotta problem wit a bitch I let eve do it. unless she got on La Perla And i can see through it, i don't just let her ride I give her the keys to
crack aroma Dawg, I'm just livin for the moment I'm from Compton homey, but I'm like a center for Milwaukee Cause I play for the Bucks, and I keep the
out of G-Unit and I rebounded like Rodman It's still Aftermath, two feet in the pentition I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because I'm
I bang South Central I represent swing I don't rep no post Cuz niggas ain't willin to die like I'll die for most I ain't fallin off my hustle And I keep
so shit I sell dope For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes Lana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat If I can move a few packs I'd get
this game After "What's The 411?", things ain't been the same And I can't complain, But with all this fame comes a whole lot of pain But I'm so glad
me for I ain't sold one fuckin record I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga I ain't no threat I can't rap I'm from Compton remember
50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Why you tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent Can't play the game with only 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent So why you
they don't wait until they drop me I'm loyal to the game {CHORUS: 50 Cent} I do my thing respect my hustle I ain't playin (Nigga I'm loyal to the game) I
: (feat. 50 Cent) [GUNSHOT] Yo Redd Spyder (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent/Pac joint ready? [gun cocking] Let me know, holla [2Pac - from the song "Smile
we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin warlike Drop some shit, to any stupid bitches don't fight [Chorus: 50 Cent + (2Pac)] '
the hustla don't stop If your girl don't chew then my name ain't Joc The money don't flip then the block ain't hot If she don't scream your name then