Lyrics:
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
Timbaland sounds so good
But I might not be ready i don't know
If I spend a 100 grand on the beat
Then we
Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil' BG's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me, personally, playboy, I don't give a fuck
the realest label
dont try to act like you dont feel our label
cuz we gon' fuck around and kill your label
obie,D twizie,G unit,50, shady records
we the label
as a man, never above ya
I can tell that you different from most, slightly approach you
And the ill shit about it, we don't sex every day
But when we sex,
I give drugs to the thugs price-free
Handed down the game by that nigga Ice-T
No doubt players like me
Recognize the great King Tee, about twenty
the Avenue and counting my Revenue
Ones fives tens twenties fifties and hunnids
Oh and plus I don't give a fuck understand this
Y'all niggas know what's up I
P-phone
I gotta be slamming, gotta be coming
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalming
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent
P-phone
I gotta be slamming, gotta be coming
And you know we smoke weed
We don't fuck with embalming
Cause that shit bad for a G like me
I guess I represent
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
where you from?
I'm from that Chi Town, bitch
Who gives a fuck where you from?
I'm from that Richland, VA
Who gives a fuck where you from?
Now you don't
give no fuck
I don’t give no
I don’t give no
I don’t give no
I don’t give no fuck
Say you you ready? ok we about see Something
Last chance to back out
my nine for any nigga think I owe a buck
You gon have to show me
Ima show you I don't give a fuck
Reaching yo hands
That's the type of shit that get
you claim you got this and that by flippin crack, stop lyin, nigga you just rapped.
Lil Flip
A lot of Rap Cats rap about jewels, but that ain't rose
spat blood on my Acronym bag
We from Stocktown, seasons change
Bitch, you know where we at
Stocktown, ghosttown, SBE
I don't give a fuck about no
don't love you, bitch)
I want to hold you in the morn, hold you thorough the night
(Right we want to love alcohol, we want to love guns, we want to love
sick
Many men want see me fall, dawg I feel like 50 Cent
Feel one X fuck up my chest and I had to go repent
Smoke one joint it had me on my ass and I say
Bitches come up
They wanna fuck
So we fuck them
Then that's over
Don't give a fuck
We just do us
That's how you don't get stepped all over
Haters gonna hate
or Lacey
It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby
You put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy
Put a hole through your front and your back, maybe
But
(50 Cent) G-Unit! Ha Ha! 50 Cent Hook: If some shots may happen to go off tonight Don't worry about me I be aight Niggaz could waiste ammo firin
with my camp nigga
Never gave a fuck still don't give a fuck
So don't fuck around and get capped nigga
And I don't fuck around with no fuck arounds
So
50,000 on me, I'm a walkin' lick
She fuck with the squad, she gon' grip the stick
Came from the rags to riches, now we got bags and bitches
Came
don't diss on no track
We getting bread give a fuck bout tax
Bro say he want no fye
Just do a damn job he gone spin when the sun still out
Ion trust shit
(Tre is that a band?)
Im finna get out the hood
Just to come back in some new shit
They say Im misunderstood
Give a fuck about ya two cents
I see
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