Lyrics:
Learnin' to Love
Lovin' to Learn
Bear forkback by the flywheel
Get fifty cent for the porkpie
She's climbin' on in the sandbox
Get
Basketball court with a olympic pool
Big screen, sony PlayStation geah, that's kinda cool
You wanna max?
7 digits on my new contracts
Guarantee paper stacks
the found you twitching/
Start to tripping, once they found out that ya fucking heart was missing;
Nickels into dimes, five times, like im 50 cent/
Hell bent,
wit G-Unit but this drum here cost me 50,
This chain another 50 plus a hundred of you snitches.
Heavy, real heavy, it feels heavy,
Somebody help
want a piece of me?!"
I just got a deal just recently
[50 cent]
50 and Gucci n-gga this shit equals bread
homie f-ck with the paper, I'm trying to take
on the blazers
You get signed you get raped by a major
I’m too wise i’ll just stack all my paper
She asked why did I not fucking spank her
Can’t decide should I
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
was like fuck everything so
It's fuck you nigga fuck all y'all
All you G-unit niggas all you
Bitch ass niggas over
There that wanna jump on the Curtis
paid him the three cents I owe him. Yeah, isn't that a fruit for ya,
blow your stack about three lousy cents.
The doctor was not pleased to see him.
to platinum cars, my click is that large
To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks
who rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin the stars
Yo,
them orders
In that '02 Porsche truck weavin' through borders
I was through flippin' quarters When I made my first mil
I'm about a dollar 50 cent
movin
I'm flippin hella units, nigga this is mob music
(That's a good look for you!) Got up out the game
Still spittin major slang, holla at'cho potnah
we wanna do it again
Isaywhat my Flip Mode unit wanna do now?
We wanna do it again, again again and again
Isaydo that shit i say do that shit
Uh do
[B.G.](BulletProof)
V.L
(Team up)
V
V.L
(Team up, team up)
V.L
(Team up)
V.L
(Team up)
V.L
Verse 1: BulletProof
I'm full of that raw
???? a cop
heading down to Main
Like a pimp, hoes I got by the flock
In a CMC, and low key from cops
I'm on the grind, trying to stack my knots
I put about four G
could cut it
Four fifty eight as I bounce in the lac
Swing by the telly to drop off a pack
Chop up a brick and ship that to the trap
It's all in pursuit
in place
My G-Unit features, my Eminem sixteens, my Dr. Dre beats
And it was two years from today when I started rhyming
And took my demo to Suge
I've been workin' and gettin' by
But that ain't enough to satisfy
'Cause I got dreams for you and I
So I got money on my mind
So if you wanna stack
bad cause I
Know that I can -
I ain't gotta reason to fear
It if it's a man
Forty five in my left hand, and F
- M in my right hand
Three fifty seven in
I'm back on my bullshit a verse is a full clip
Catch you with your bitch throw a song in your new whip
Nigga it's g-unit, fuck your click
Like
rich while I'm hungry
And I study this ugly point of view
Like making a crowd move just for honeys
I got G's overdue
That's cheese that's expired if I'm
Then you'll bump heads wit me
I'll put a hole in yo ass, you'll see
That it ain't cool to fuck wit me
G-Unit, I roll wit gorillas
Fuck a big body guard
could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
Yo yo
I need no introduction everybody
Heard of 50 Cent and heard of G-Unit
I'm not high tech and I'm not qualy
You see me in the club
You
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