Lyrics:
Yeah
Haha, yeah
Yeah
If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
For sure I'ma
[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
Yea
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
Yea
Niggas salute me
Uh huh
We takin over this shit
(50 Cent)
Yo
G Unit
G Unit soldiers
(gun cocks)
and we gone! 50 Cent!
Leave a nigga on it
It's long - early in the morn'
We up with the birds
To put it in word is born
Give it a set dress! - We can write
for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Two hours of pushin' broom
Buys a eight by
We doin' this shit solo
Dig it?
Cold game (cold game), new twist (new twist)
My niggaz step back and let me do this (do this)
'Cause I'm that 5-0
born to kill, livin' is a crime (is a crime)
Nikes in the box until the money fill it (money fill it)
Ski mask in my pocket so don't make me peel it
and we're gonna make it through
And we can accomplish everything we put our minds to
Because there's nothing in this world that we can't do
Now when times get
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
And the swallow game major
These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin you lies by sellin you dreams
And they ain't fill ins, they fiends
Plus they rat, and it's too
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka,
Shots to his chest Fifty Cent like its Many Men
Yeah, Fifty Cent like it's many men
I been getting to the bag I won't stop now
Just like Kyle Lowry you
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
since
They don't Curtis see me rich, wouldn't give me 50 cent
Show no courtesy with these sticks, we let them bitches spit
I know Curtis see these sticks.
will it stop
Jay and Dame ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm
the dice, but I buck back twice
Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay
I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty
Gone represent it to the t-top
Born and bred up
give it to ‘em, give it to ‘em
(Give it to ‘em, give it to ‘em, give it to ‘em, give it to ‘em)
50 Cent got that shit that made them “girls go wild,
is bent
Count up every cent
You want money
It get honey
Don't get bitchy
That's suspicious
I wanna do what I wanna do
But ma's rent don't get paid by
like a millionaire
Am just a greasy Nigerian
I just might fuck up your feelings girl
I'll make you sick like Malaria
I do the rub by myself because
I do
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent
Whats 50 cent I never had me no many man
Scoob aint just talking I hop out the mini van
Used
But I'm just born to be your baby
Just born to love you baby,
It's true . . .
Nobody else will do!
( Just born to be your baby . . .
Just born
Jones,
Hand down, palms out, like money was the next move,
Small town game, he run it,
Can't do nothing around here this the summit,
Shit born real down,
to me
(said I really really like it, yeah)
We can keep on doing things
If you do what you do to me
(I like it babe, I like it baby)
Baby, how do you (oh)
Nigga don't act like a bitch! (Ha ha!)
That's why I never love a bitch! (Yeah!)
50 Cent, Too $hort and E-40 say bitch! (Remix!)
She sucked me off,
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