Lyrics:
expensive suite
Them thangs still spinnin' when I filled out the receipt
I used to be clean in my expedition
A girl see me and she'll be wishin'
That
just to keep 'em on clean
Fell up in the Peabody, the most expensive suite
Them thangs still spinnin' when I filled out the receipt
I used to be clean
just to keep 'em on clean
Fell up in the Peabody, the most expensive suite
Them thangs still spinnin' when I filled out the receipt
I used to be clean
as the street lights
G-Unit nigga
{*random shout outs*}
(50 cent and G-Unit)
We can't get Money selling weed...WE GON SELL COKE
Ain't no money sellin'
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
Where the hand skills are real ill
You'll be a super Hoover
Doo doo stain remover
Ha hahhh, yo G, pass the budda
We the realest, nigga
50 Cent and BIG,
G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat)
(50 Cent-between Banks)
G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x)
(Tony Yayo)
Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy
When hoes
empty
When we spin back, I'm reloadin'
You goddamn right, I'ma keep goin'
I told cuz
"Don't be speedin' when we slide
When I hang out the window, nigga,
saying?
R.I.P B.I.G, nigga R.I.P P.A.C, R.I.P
I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how it feel, how to rob a industry nigga
Don't take this shit 'cause we
ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by, they can see the gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
And I'm ridin' with a new chick, she
ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by, they can see the gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
And I'm ridin' with a new chick, she
ain’t about drama no time for that,
So keep on talking you still can’t match,
What we do is part of a bigger plan,
That cannot be seen by the average man,
to be seen
Police see me ride by, they can see me gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
And ride with a new chick, she like, "Hold up!"
Next
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Young Rookiee in the building like a immigrant
Them killas in my unit keep it G like 50 Cent
Lil mama got a body
And some decent lips
She brought
could be chasin' money
But I always remind myself to be patient cause we
Know before I make a dime it'll first take some money
So I'm ridin' with no gas
it ain't on 'til I say it's on, pause, it's on
I'm eatin', y'all niggas fastin' like it's Rimadon
Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb
I be
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
the diamond tester, we tell flaw with heat (uh)
The same soldier, it's me, myself and I
Ridin' 'round shootin' my biopic and my autobiography
Range Rover,
n black on its on!
Wassup? This the kid 50 Cent man
Its going down, ya heard me?
Niggas got me mad, ya talk
Ya niggas got me all fucked up
I'm finna
Don't fuck with 49, but we be quick to rob you for yo' change
I done ran a forty-nine yards, fifty on a chain
Teddy at the seven where we Crippin' jus'
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, be
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] see, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett]
the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be best friend
If relation will you be my rider to the end
Confessions
I'ma flex 30 on my choppa
I'ma flex 40 on my oppa
I'ma flex 50 on my choppa
I'ma flex 60 on my choppa
Ridin' round town, smoking dope
We smoking
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