50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, & Tony Yayo Performing "Get Up" At The 2008 Video Game Awards

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Comment by J-money on December 17, 2008 at 10:38am

hot proformance. I was sitting on on chair watching dis boring gay jack-black show until yall came. when yall came, it made me want to GET UP

Comment by Scott on December 16, 2008 at 12:39pm

Sounds way better then when he first started, use to sound horse on stage.

Comment by siya on December 16, 2008 at 7:39am

People feel 50. He's da most hated and the most loved artist. I love him!!

Comment by phaapi on December 16, 2008 at 7:33am

GGGGGGG UUUUUUUUU NNNNNNNNNNN IIIIIIIIIIIIIII TTTTTTTTTTTTT
is the bomb but I want the download to put it in my phone

Comment by CASTLE NOBLE on December 16, 2008 at 5:49am

CASTLE NOBLE: (Fake ZOE POUND Diss)
“Multiple Bars Massacre”

(66)
Log in motherf*cker, go ahead punch in ya password/
Forgot how to spell ‘gay rapper’ then b*tch change ya password/
We gonna be past words, wit this shot, so take a long sip/
Cause my flows hot as a Grey-Hound Bus-engine after a long trip/

Castle’s been back on his sh*t, I’m who they heard about/
Ima f*ck-up where your words come out, that’s call word of mouth/
My style’s so pretty, I sit down, and they can’t stand me/
Silky smooth, like good hair, cause I got Indian in my Faaamily/

I’m from the old hood where old wips had them bald-heads/
I’ve always been tall so when I got head, I got some tall-head/
Pocket pistols was a fad, like Hats showing the New Tags/
My first Caddi was clean and shaved bald wit a crush Du-Rag/

What you know about guns; gun-clips; or even a gun-lock?/
Lyrically killin you is like killin time, when does the fun stop/
You had to read your Wack Rhymes last time, damn son stop/
And I Rub-It-In every time it’s hot, just like Sun-Block/
I brought you to this site, catch up you SLOW CLOWN/
Cause one gut-kick will f*ckin miscarriage the ZOE POUND/

You’re a wannabe hot, at home, you can maybe boil/
But here you couldn’t shine covered in Chrome and baby oil/
Fool, you’re clumsy on your feet, ya got a stutter in your speech/
My hot muzzle to ya teeth, you’ll rot and cuddled on the beach/
B*tch I walked you to your car, cause you claim you spark a lot/
But the only thing you peeled or pulled out was the parking lot/

My pictures and lyrics at your Bank would bring favors/
You got me on ya wallpaper, ring tones, and screen saver/
I got Real Zoe Family so I aint dissin the real Zoes/
But rats, p*ssy holes, and fake Zoes I kill thoses/
I’ve shot at Paper targets that’s harder than you/
I know old Ladies at Target that spit harder than you/
If I hit you, you’ll either call the police or you’ll call mother/
Poppin guns? B*tch you aint even poppin a small Rubber/

Stealing 50s rhymes, you’re not an Emcee, you’re a Fan/
You the type to back-up shaking wit a Weapon in ya hand/
You never had a chance, your plan-B needed a plan/
You lost, like when you lost your Virginity to a Man/
Yea, TAMMIE was lovin me, damn, you wanted to “F”-TAM?/
Real women love strong men not queers needing a health plan/
You have no game, playa, you couldn’t even be a Ref man/
You’d get murked at your own Party they’ll call it the Death Jam/

I’ve been killin you so long, b*tch murder’s a habit/
Pullin trick b*tches out the hat, but this trick’s not a rabbit/
I’ve made examples out of you P*ssy, so don’t Push me this year/
Before I piss the whole World off by making P*ssy disappear/
Yeah you! You’re a P*ssy, and your threats are an Erotic Song/
Get a Sex change b*tch, cause ya Doctor done Got it Wrong/

To me gun-blast is elementary, but it still make Fools Surprise/
I’ll make gun-class elementary but kill this fake with School Supplies/
Shove pencils in ya Belly-Button till they come outta ya own Butt-Seam/
This Eraser will Move your Face around like an I-PHONE Touch Screen/

I’m the C-A-crooked letter –T-L-E/
I’ll sandwich you fake f*cka like a BLT/
You got a threat to give me, b*tch fax ya worse/
I want to cash that Wolf-check but I’ma tax it first/

I keep them real tiny guns, like STEPHANY MILLS, they Still Hot/
But my Big guns can blow a hole the same size as JILL SCOTT/
You don’t really want beef, do your Teeth a big favor/
You’re faker than Powdered Soup, you don’t even want Beef-Flavor/

I’m a Savior on this Site, wit a broke mic I’ll turn ya light off/
Invest in Breast implants, cause your male-Titties are a write-off/
Heard Bessie called you man-less, I guess cause you got man-breast/
Big boobs or the Teeny-kind, b*tch got gangsta bikini lines/
You’re about a B-Cup, right n*gga? A push-up Bra can’t stop it/
Choke ya dumb-@ss, wit a cordless phone, so ya Call-Block can’t block it/
When Castle’s off the chain n*gga Master-Lock can’t lock it/
My scope-Rocket will Knock ya Left kidney into ya Right coat pocket/ EASY!!

Comment by Jerzz973 on December 16, 2008 at 4:42am

da beat sound betta live

Comment by badouzza on December 16, 2008 at 3:58am

still guuud
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Comment by Wendy on December 16, 2008 at 12:49am

i just waited to see this here instead of waiting to see it on the awards to much crap before 50 whut up em this is play ha ha get it ah i got it

Comment by Joey on December 16, 2008 at 12:48am

I in this video. sick

Comment by Slugg329 on December 15, 2008 at 11:15pm

The Gamers luv 50. I gotta get to a show if tours in the U.S. soon

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