Lyrics:
That's standin' by the car
I got a fresh line-up, yeah, a fresh outfit
'Bout to have the parkin' lot on smash
Plus I got a Chevy with
A fo'-fifty-fo' in
[Intro - 50 Cent talking]
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland]
Timbaland sounds so good, but I might
mean we gon' fuckin' be friends
The shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistle
Thank God they missed you, and go grab ya pistol
In the hood
goin' again
First Z got murked, then Roy got murked
And homie still in the hood, why he ain't gettin' hurt?
I smell somethin' fishy, man, it might be
Som' for the hood, ya know, yeah
Nuttin' crazy, little som' som'
Yeah, 50 Cent, G-Unit Radio
I sit and twist the lye just to get high
Niggas is
back and bust ya or stomp you out
'Cause we don't trust ya
'99 shit
Big EMD, Southside
50 Cent, uh
(Yeah, no doubt, 50, take 'em back
got it (whats wrong with you?)
50k cash, I got it (i got it)
Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (i got it, bitch)
The game on smash, I got it
My hoes
mean we gon' fuckin' be friends
The shells smash ya head close enough to hear 'em whistle
Thank God they missed you, and go grab ya pistol
In the hood
[H] Yeah
[50] Yeah
[H] It's real, it's real
[50] Yeah
[H] Got 'em
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Bump that - niggaz try to stunt on my clique
Then when I get
outweighing
And it’s pulling me down I'm just downplaying
Sipping on the ‘Covos has got me swaying
Like 50 Cent I’m patiently waiting
Yeah I’m on my grind, I
We slang kilos, eighths to them shorties, bring G loads
Of paper to the hood, we got you, cop three of those
And get your hustle right (yeah),
and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 Cent & The Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go
of Obie
Cause Obie be back, (going nowhere, man) we got them craps going on
And that yak going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from town
It's
Word my move, we too smooth, no indictments (hey)
Yeah, freakazoid lightning (lightning)
Fifty-seven ninety in this Breitling (Breit')
When I got
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent; can I live
Winners win said I couldn't, then I did again and again
I'm a winner I got through it; no excuses
off my nut sack
You 50 percent butt crack, I mean half assed
M C's we discover the mathematic format
Beneath your north plan, I'm guaranteed to come
nigga (Boyz N Da Hood nigga) (In Da Hood nigga)
As we proceed (As we proceed) (As we proceed)
To give y'all what y'all need (To give y'all what y'all
good someday, yeah
Remember having fifty cent to my name
A quarter juice and some hot flames
We were sitting on the couch watching He Got Game
My
Yea
Uh huh
Oh right
Yea
I'ma hood nigga street nigga you know that I'ma boss
Gucci fendi louie prada I got it fuck the cost
I'ma hood nigga street
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
We stackin 1s 5s 10s 20s 50s n 100s
I'm infatuated wit the game I can't I
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
the grimy nigga in the hood?
I don't know what lil', um, supposed to be hood you from
But in the real hood, in America, that shit don't fly
We don't listen
hood (tragedy, in my hood)
(Look around and tell me you're free)
(Come with me to my hood)
We've got powerules and p-stones
Damo and el rukas, in
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