Explora y disfruta de las Canciones de 50 Cent en el Género Hip Hop en Línea para 2025

(Young Buck)
Yea niggas, G-unit in this motha fucka
Ayo 50, ayo this nigga battlin breathin nigga

(50 Cent)
It won't be long for ya dead
You wanna run ya mouth crazy talkin bout me
Nigga I'll go for ya head
and leave ya monkey ass laid out in the street
It won't be long for ya dead
You wanna run ya mouth crazy talkin bout me
Nigga I'll go for ya head
and leave ya monkey ass laid out in the street

(50 Cent)
I hit ya heart ya dead
I squeeze till the semi run out
Niggaz who know me good in my hood call me a dumb out
I'm the nigga in the hoopti with my hat down low
Can't tell that this a hit until the mac 10 blow
I got 32 shots, I ain't gotta aim
I'll wave this bitch in ya direction man
Beams, clips, and grips this a sticky situation (???)
Adrenaline rush'll squeeze my heart start pacin

(Young Buck)
Same glock, same block, same chain, same watch
Same 64 drop same nigga on top
Don't blame me if ya ma fuckin block get hot
Cuz I'm just tryin to make a livin nigga, stay up outta prison
In the position of power, in a position where bitch ass cowards cant fuck with ours
And just do me, who he, say he gon sue me, ma fucka I got bread

(Chorus - 50)
If you can hold on, nigga hold on
It seems like it'll never last
Always takes so long when ya hit
It won't be long for ya dead

(Young Buck)
When ya wired up it ain't no smilin, see all of 'em wylin
And these niggas is violent
Little do you know your time could be expirin
And you know that reaper comin when that heater start dumpin
Ain't nobody say nothin
These niggaz is silent
From 12th Avenue all the way to the projects
Real niggaz, we don't fuck around with the nonsense
Murder one shit.. that's how I get ma fucka WHAT

(50 Cent)
I put the 5th to ya head, ya white teeth turn red
Nigga now get the bread, I fill ya ass up with lead
I put a hole in ya wig with the SIG ya dig
Shouldn't fuck with the kid
I don't play that shit
It's all part of the game, man the game ain't fair
The trigga gots no heart, nigga my gun don't care
The hammer hit that shell, homie you see that flare
Your life start to flash, your dead nigga who cares?

(Chorus - 50)
If you can hold on, nigga hold on
It seems like it'll never last
Always takes so long when ya hit
It won't be long for ya dead

(50 Cent)
Me and my bitch we break up we make up see jac-ob for the stones
We kick up that's what's up cuz I'm out with the chrome
You fuck up you get bucked buck'll get ya
Push a knife through ya chest boy I ain't fuckin with ya

(Young Buck)
G-Unit's my hood, my coke, my weed, my dope, my pills, my liquor, my family, my niggaz
We soldiers, we killaz, they know us, they feel us
They know we guerillaz, you know who the realest

(50 Cent)
It's my game, my set, my mac, my tek, my protection, my family
Do you understand me?
My knife, my gun, my wife, my son, my love, my niggaz, my stacks, them figures

(Young Buck)
Buck shots hit his ass from the shotgun blast
Black dickie suit and a fuckin black ski mask
Shoot first, this is how I react
and we act like it's nothin
Ca niggaz used to that, listen

(Chorus - 50)
If you can hold on, nigga hold on
It seems like it'll never last
Always takes so long when ya hit
It won't be long for ya dead