50 Cent Lyrics     Hailing from Queens, 50 Cent gained instant notoriety after releasing his debut single "How To Rob." A comedic "jack-track" of sorts, the song described him robbing various prominent rappers of their jewels. It earned him a lot of buzz, but he also caught some flack from various emcees who were not amused by an unknown upstart taking lyrical shots at them. This may or may not have led to 50 Cent being shot and stabbed in 2000. He recorded his first LP Power of the Dollar with the Trackmasters, but it was never officially released. In the meantime, he'd become a fixture on NYC mixtapes, and was signed by Eminem's Shady Records label. 50's single "Wanksta" blew up from coast to coast, and his long-awaited debut LP Get Rich Or Die Tryin' finally came out in early 2003, easily going multi-platinum and propelling him to rap superstardom. Loaded with huge hits like "P.I.M.P." and "21 Questions," Get Rich smashed sales records and went on to sell over 10 million copies. Despite his massive success, 50 Cent kept grinding and embarked on building up his empire, releasing new albums and racking up more hit singles with his crew. G-Unit's Beg For Mercy topped the charts upon its release in late 2003, paving the way for solo LPs from Lloyd Banks (The Hunger For More) and Young Buck (Straight Outta Cashville). Like P. Diddy and Jay-Z before him, 50 Cent has also branched off into other business ventures, including a G-Unit clothing line, a sneaker deal with Reebok, and his own energy drink Formula 50 Vitamin Water. In 2005, he released his much-anticipated second album The Massacre, continued to sign new artists (Olivia, Spider Loc), and began filming a semi-autobiographical movie about his dramatic rise from Queens crack dealer to international rap celebrity. Download 50 Cent MP3s here Buy rare 50 Cent vinyl records, CDs and rare music albums: 21 Questions Candy Shop Disco Inferno Get Rich Or Die Tryin' Guess Who's Back?    If I Can't In Da Club Just A Lil Bit Massacre    P.i.m.p. Real Money The New Breed Who Dares Wins

50 Cent Song Lyric: Hail Mary Remix [Intro: Eminem] Makaveli, rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Mouth like a 12 gauge shotty (feel me!) [talking in background under the Chorus] And this bitch said he should be The lost forgotten seed of Tupac To lead this industry into the ways of the man Follow me...! Keep my mesh fest its Pac's fest [Chorus: Eminem] Come get me If you motherfuckas want Shady If Pac was still here now He would never ride with Ja Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na [Verse 1: Eminem] You ain't no killa, you a pussy That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy Bitches wearin' rags in photos, Ja's words bein' quoted In The Source stealin' Pac's shit like he just wrote it You loud mouth, pray to God hopin' no one's listenin' See 50 comin' for me I'ma guard my, my position No one'll pay attention to me, please Gotti Here I go, give me this pill Ecstasy done got me feelin' so...invincible Now all a sudden I'm a fuckin' mad man who screams like I'm Pac But I'm not, enemies, Hennessy Actin' like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm crazy Sweat drip get me off this trip, someone stop this train Some say my brain is all corrupted fucked from this shit I'm suck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'ma quit sayin' motherfuckas names before somebody fucks me up Ain't no pussies over here partner, see you in hell, fucka [Chorus: Eminem] Come get me Motherfucka, if you want Shady If Pac was still here now He would never ride with Ja Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na [Chorus Part 2: Eminem] Get off that E 'Fore you try to come and fuck with me It's Aftermath here now, Shady Records got it locked La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers Never realize the precious time that bitch niggaz is wastin' Institutionalize my bitchez bring me product by the bundle Hustle hard for my sale, G-Unit motherfucka, we ballin' Catch me countin' cheese and when I'm callin', do you accept my calls? Still let me sip on Hennessy, can I sip some more? Hell, I done been to jail, I ain't scared Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there I got a head with no screws in it Motherfuckas thinkin' they can stop 50, they losin' it Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me Talkin' about he left the hospital took nine like me You livin' fantasies nigga, I been checkin' deposit When your lil' sweet ass gon' come out of the closet? Now he wonderin' why DMX blowed him out Next time grown folks talkin', bitch, close yo mouth Peep me, I take this war shit deeply Done seen too many real niggaz ball to let these bitch niggaz beat me Black Child, you's a motherfuckin' punk and you'll see me with gloves Quit scarin' them fuckin' kids with yo ugly ass mug And you can tell them niggaz you roll with whatever you want But you and I know what's goin' on Nigga payback, Tah, I know yo bitch ass from way back Witness me strap the mac, knew I don't play that All these old rappers tryina advance It's all over now, take it like a man [haha!] Irv lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick Tryina playa hate on my shit Man, eat a fat dick! Lovin' this shit, that's how you made me Feelin' like I got you niggaz crazy Uh huh, against all odds Hopin' my thug motherfuckas know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds Up in the studio gettin' blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Ay yo, I been one of the most humble Reppin' streets to the core Ay Jeffrey, what the fuck you come and bother me for? It's been a long time comin', like a blessing to check you See, 106 & Park fans don't even fuckin' respect you It's kinda funny, wanna be Pac, wanna fake like he thug Runnin' around talkin' shit that he ain't capable of Now let me off this cock sucka, watch me handle you nigga If I recall, Violator used to manage you nigga They took a closer look and realized you wasn't impostured There's never been a Violator on the Murder Inc. roster, dumbass Now, who shootin'? Awww, made you look! You said Bust' singin' the same old hook? You stupid! If y'all shootin', I take a look at yo man The bitch shot himself in front of Def Jam Chedda bob ass niggaz, start adjustin' yo plan You let the streets down nigga, apologize to yo fans Watched you pull a lil' stunt like we ain't know what it was Lil' faggot, desperate tryina reestablish a buzz I know the shit is drivin' you crazy, you wonderin' how The streets ain't never want you, Beatrice, whachu gonna do now? Now if you wanna beef with me, then I'm beefin' with you I think about the game and what it's like and {*imitating Ja Rule*} "What would it be without you?" You finished, I ain't tryina repeat this Just 'cause I'm cool, you shouldn't take my kindness for weakness [Busta Rhymes talking] Oh shit... it was fun... Next time you got a problem man... Address me before you try to make the shit a public issue homey... Now I'ma return back to my regular self... And have fun again...one Get This Ringtone Criminal Crushin On A Fine Boy Cry Me A River (Remix) Da Realest Killaz Da Repercussions Danger Deadly Devilz Don't Push Me Doo Wop Freestyle Elemntry Every Gangsta, Every Hood F*Ck You Fat Bitch Ft.Tony Yayo & Lloyd Banks Fat Bitches Fat Bitches (Freestyle) Fiesta Follow Me Gangster Footprints Forgot About Dre Fuck Dat Bitch Fuck You Fuck You Niger G-Unit Anthem G-Unit Skit Get On Your Knees Get Out The Club Ghetto Quaran Give It To Me Remix Going Home Good Die Young 50 Cent lyrics page: 1 2 3 4 5 6

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