Клип 50 Cent - 9 Shots
Клип 50 Cent - 9 Shots
50 Cent 9 Shots
50 Cent 9 Shots
50 Cent 9 Shots
Текст Песни 50 Cent - 9 Shots
Fifty, fifty. Fifty, fifty. Fifty, fifty. Ferrari, Ferrari. Ferrari, Ferrari. Ferrari, Ferrari. Shooter, shooter. Shooter, shooter. I was innocent then, I ain't do no wrong. She said, "you mommy little man", I said, "yep, uh-huh". She was everything to me, when she came, I just lit up. Sunday morning I was so sharp, all did up. It was welfare hustlin', they killed her for that. The first shot, bullet wound in my back. I'm fucked up, look at my sneakers, I'm fucked up. Now I'm on my own, mommy gone. Sam said, "you a young boy, why your clothes look so old? You don't need fish, little n*gga, you need a pole. You don't need no new kicks, you need an O". Chop that, bag it, get right back at it. That touched me, it hit me in my heart. I'm a hustler, homie, you was giving me my start. I am what I am, Sabrina's only baby. Practicing in the mirror, pulling out my .380. Oh man, I fucked up nana gonna kill me. Whenever shit can go wrong it always will. See, seven grams of cocaine, three grams of d*pe. Saint Mary medallion hanging from my rope. Try to punk me and my gun smoke. Look, I'm outta control, my gun go. Off like it's legal, call the cops, you need to. Give 'em my description, I ain't bullshittin'. My high school sweetheart love didn't last long. N*ggas start flashing that bread and she was gone. That hurt me like the bullet in my calf then. My next girl was a pain in the a*s. I got two shots left, in case n*ggas try to get me. That's nine shots, we just call it fifty. Mama said the Lord gon' bless us. Mama said, mama said. Mama said the Lord gon' bless us. Then in came the landlord, beef, and the stresses. Mama said the Lord gon' bless us. Mama said, mama said. Mama said the Lord gon' bless us. The dope bought the shit the food stamps couldn't get us. Mama said the Lord gon' bless us. That's what mama said, that's what mama said.

N***a

On Everything

Body Bags

I'm The Man

Burner On Me

Tryna Fuck Me Over

Too Rich

9 Shots

You Know

Twisted

Winners Circle

Irregular Heartbeat

Chase The Paper

Hustler

Big Rich Town

Smoke

Pilot

Don't Worry Bout It

Hold On

New Day

The Funeral

Music Is My Sport

Nah Nah Nah

Crime Wave

Wait Until Tonight

Shooting Guns

Follow My Lead

I Don't Need 'Em

This Is 50

Money

Get Busy

Put Ya Hands Up

NY

They Burn Me

Can't Help Myself (I'm Hood)

Queens

We Up

Financial Freedom

Major Distribution

I Ain't Gonna Lie

My Life

United Nations

First Date

Be My Bitch

Definition Of Sexy

Complicated

Double Up

OJ

All His Love

Murder One

Off And On

I Just Wanna

Down On Me

Ya Life's On The Line

Do You Think About Me

I'll Do Anything

Flight 187

Baby By Me

Gatman and Robin

OK, You're Right

Get Up

Disco Inferno

Best Friend

In My Hood

Hustler's Ambition

Candy Shop

Many Men

Wanksta

Straight To The Bank

In Da Club

Still Will

I Get Money

Amusement Park

Heat

P.I.M.P.

Ayo Technology

Piggy Bank

Outta Control

Window Shopper

Just A Lil Bit

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