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50 Cent
50 Cent


Background information
Birth name Curtis James Jackson III
Born July 6, 1975
Origin South Jamaica, Queens, New York, United States
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Gangsta Rap
Years active 1997—present
Label(s) Interscope Records
G-Unit Records
Shady Records
Aftermath Entertainment
Associated acts Eminem
G-Unit
Sha Money XL
Website Website



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50 Cent Lyrics

"Better Ask Somebody" lyrics


50 Cent]
I, know, you, know
I'm, on, fiiiii-re

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about
me
Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a
look is enough
I put that snub nose to ya and bust
nigga
If, you don't know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about
me
And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
And I done told ya, over and over
boy

[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
I come from a big city, the streets
corrupt
Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to
heat you up
Out here niggaz'll do anything to
reach a buck
Cause when you broke you can't
afford to fuck ya sneakers up
I take my time, keep my mind on my
bank funds
Learn how to seperate the real from
the fake ones
And on my heater nina rep what
could I carry on
My nigga just lost his momma, and
his daddy gone
From now on I can provide cause my
paper's straight
Family losin his legs, but I can take
the weight
Some niggaz hate but I'll be damned
if they hold me down
Front niggaz didn't know me then,
bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a
frown
Cause every time I turn around a
nigga locked down
While I'm in the world, tryin to bring
my loot through
Hopin one day we can kick it like we
used to, my nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: Young Buck]
Uhh, they never seen 26's on a
Hummer
My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the
summer
Some niggaz hate me, but they only
made me
Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than
Baby (bling bling!)
G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is
crazy
Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's
beats
Fuck you, pay me, take your
magazine flicks
This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good
look at this
Got the wrists of a chemist and the
heart of a hustler
Plus I probably done robbed mo'
artists than Russell
Always in trouble, you can blame my
mother
Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him
in the jungle
I ain't crawled, I stumbled across the
Mexican with birds
Papi had coke and new plates and
pounds of herb
Keep my hand on my glock, and my
ear to the streets
I'm a country boi, you can hear it
when I speak
G-Unit!

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is
understood
I made a nigga heart colder than
December (yeah!)
Don't take much to make my gun go
off
One shot'll make a hardrock look oh
so soft (woo!)
If you don't know you betta ask who
I be
Or end up in ICU gettin fed through
a IV
Down in the Lou', they say they
feelin me derrty
In New Orleans they say I'm that
nigga, ya heard me?
From them Southside blocks to
Watts, Westside don't front
You know about them Grapestreet
Gangstas, G'd up
Rollin that weed up
Nigga get outta line, get shot
stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we're on that same
bullshit
Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak
wif me
I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna
ruf wif me

[Chorus]


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