Lyrics:
jumpin', jumpin'
The place packed
? 'round here, don't know how to act, act
We buy alcohol, nigga, buy the racks
We balled out, spendin' shit by
spent 'bout fifty
I was riding with the same niggas put it on a hoodie
Sac never seen a nigga shine like diddy
They tried to, cool a nigga down new
New Shit tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
Bump Dat niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it to 'em where they pump at
12
nigga, splene know what I mean
It's not a thing now (that's right)
Do what I say, leave you by the lake, put two in your face
With shit I couldn't do
Huey Newton
I feel it, it's in the air
White cop with a stare
New judge in the chair
This shit hittin' the fan
But me, I'ma be smart and legalize my shit
gotta be the same cats
I can tell by they strange acts
When they mumble to each other
Like Milan they run for cover
New 'cause this bitch that I
[Intro: LL Cool J (50 Cent)]
Queens!!!! (G-G-G-G-G-G Mix! G-G-G-G-G Remix! It's the Unit!!!)
T-T-T-T Todd Smith!! LL!!
[Chorus: LL Cool J (50 Cent
(Skepta)
As we proceed (Boy Better Know)
Yeah (let's go)
The bad boys are back
Blowing up shit like bomb in Iraq (boom)
Diddy's in white, I'm in all
station in Jamaica
Queens zach Fink Ny1 50 cent:
It's the big 10, it's been 10 years since 50
Cent is the future
I'm tired as a motherfucker
What you want
Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Man, New York never looked so pretty (OH THAT'S CRAZY)
Can't picture NY without no Diddy (OH THAT'S CRAZY), oh no!
[Chorus]
to fuckin' get up
Holla niggaz names on records, that shit is played out
But holla mine in your next line, and get laid out
[50 Cent - Chorus 2]
My jewels
listen when I'm talkin', ah-ah-ah
Bitch, I'm the king of my city
People gon' treat me like Diddy
I'm droppin' a bag on head
I'm finna call up on a 50
I
tees and dickies
Niggies who fuck wit mickeys
And puff ziggies
While bumpin ziggy
Cause motha fuck 50
And that punk diddy
I know you fuckin chumps hear
[Featuring Daddy X]
We be puffin on the endo
We blowin kush up out the window
I got the girlies in the back seat
the 5-0 cant catch me
If you
on the track
And I flat up a sac on strap on the Cadillac and the glove
Could call me when you start shit with the ambassador of New York and the queen
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
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,
'em, it's 50 to kick it
Trappin' like Fifty and Diddy
Used to kick doors off the hinges
Now I pull up in the Bentley
Bitch, I got love in my city
in New York City fifty cents elsewhere
It makes no goddamn sense at all
America's oldest continuously published daily piece of bullshit
Flavor Flav
, talking Jada, Talking 50 cent
And if it's drama, see my click tecks
We ain't just moving little, we taking big steps
I'm talking wearing big fitteds, tees
get to the money know you see me stunting and hate that
I just bought a new eagle and yeah the shit legal I pull up like Diddy yeah take that
Take that
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50
[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
Cause you're body might wash up by the courts at Venice Beach,
Ain't shit sweet but my Swisher, ain't shit buzzin' but my liquor,
Cali chickens got
it, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's that gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit (50 Cent, Trackmasters)
That gangsta shit
That's that gangsta shit
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