50 cent = REAL STREET GANGSTER

I swear him and 50 tyson looks alike from this photo.

Running with the Gorillas that's Fifty for you, if you ain't lovin G-Unit then Faka u, it's some shit like ninjas spraying gossips in the Air, N told them I see you Nikka wearing secret panties, talking who sick, who fit, sit don't talk sheet.

Young ceaser a.k.a 50 cent

The Hands down.Better Mc the game of course, 50 baerly has any lyrical tracks.Better Money wise 50 of course, 50 bring in about 80mil a year, game brings in 12mil a year.the game destroyed g-unit, 1 man took on a whole unit that turned their back on him and dude shitted on them, 50 knows game is a better rapper that's why he did not even respond.and c'mon how the fuck can you compare 300 bars to 300shots, 300 bars will go down in history, 300shots some niggas never even heard of it.50 is a certified bitch, look how many times game took shots at his son marquese and 50 still ain't respond to game, and look how rass kass made a comment about game's son and got laid the fuck out.don't forget on STOP SNITCHING STOP LYING, game ran through the whole NY and didn't even get touched, and not to mention a g-unot billboard on 50 s claimed own bloack, NOW LETS ALL BE HONEST 50 COULD NEVER IN HIS LIFE, NEVER NEVER DO WHAT GAME DID TO HIM ON THAT DVD. 50 CAN'T GO TO NO PARK IN COMPTON AND GET LOVE, 50 CAN'T PUT NO WACKWALLSTREET BILLBOARD IN GAMES NEIGHBORHOOD, 50 CAN'T WALK THROUGH COMPTON WIT HIS NIGGAS SAYING FUCK BLACKWALLSTREET.The Documentary GRODTDoctors Advocate > The massacreL.A.X > Curtis^^^^ thats not just me thats the critics.Fuck you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the copsAnd Olivia, I mean for a man she hotNow I'm running out of breath, like I just beat boxedGot 20 bars to go, lay it down like sheet rockDon't worry about the flow, the boy know he hotHurricanes in store November, nigga fuck ReebocksI'm fly like a Hummingbird on a tree topThe new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new Pac, I need three spots280 in, ain't no getting me backI'm yelling fuck the world, on my victory lapRemember first it was Buddens, then it was BleekNow it's whoever motherfucker, yeah, who want beef?Now whenever motherfucker, who wanna see me?In the coffin, body exhausted, resting in peaceYou don't want war nigga, you want peaceSo give em the peace, capiche (sp?)Let em rest in peaceFrom west to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacableLyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing with SatanAnd I slipped em the ace, you cannot replace emIf Eazy ever decide to return, I remain JayceonA king in the making, and the throne is for the takingSo I climb the mountain top and put my stake inGot the weight of the world on my shoulderNot a nigga nor a hoodrat bitch can stop me from taking it overThis is crack music, go get the baking soda300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the wait is overI'm gone

im sure he wasn't very well in school;he's a real g' !

thats cray. I seen the Rick Ross vs Jeezy fight on DatsPoppin.net

oh my gee de be

this nigga had chinese eyes lol

now this is him this look more lyke him then the other picture he look more cute in that someone i know love himm like alotttt