Lyrics:
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
killed in Downtown and that's the reason
Kind of 50 Cent thang: it make me wanna get the strap
Squeeze it asap freezin em heads
Need no facts and arguments
And imma get it gotta get this shit by any means
I gotta get it fa my family get it fa my team
They tryna stop me at the light but all I Cee-lo green
Bitch
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
tellin you, ya know?)
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck down, I
you, ya know?)
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck down, I stick
like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big
Ludacris, ya boy was doin' this
Before Snoop Dogg, I put rabbits in the morgue
Before Dr. Dre, I was out in L.A.
Before 50 Cent, I was sittin' on Enz
When
[50 Cent:]
Yeeh...
I'm'a Soldier, I Done Told Ya, Don't Make Me Fuck You Up
Leave You Head Bust, I'm'a Head Busta, Man I Don't Give A Fuck
I'm'a
tellin you, ya know?)
[Verse 1]
Aiyyo
Never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of PJ wheels
As we land I duck
Uh
The light-skin with the nice trim
400 spokes riding the stroll by the white folks
The rare bones get the bare Jones
If it's the caddy, it's
to pop up on the block
These pussy niggas better calm it down, get the same drop from that thot
And these fuck niggas don't come around 'cause they know
down
Check it, thou shalt not fuck wit North Seed Papa
50 Cent, I'll break yo ass off propa'
This new place like home, New York - New York
I run this
drunk, imma smoke my dro
We get high till I cant come down from it
i took a brand new sound and made it sound legit
i took your weak ass dime
put
to be man I'm different
Used to love all these hoes now I just give em dick
Fucking yo hoe beat her down she feeling it
Back then I beat up a nigga for 50
me talk my shit, matter fact, check out my Diddy Bop
You all steady runnin' wild, fifty in that forty Glock, c'mon
Old niggas on that old shit,
Yeah! 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
Chicks hypnotized by my 1, 2 steps
I'm way too fresh
So complex
Niggas try to predict what I'm gonna do next
Let's get the party started
Far from
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
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
(Ini mini manimo catch a pussy nigga, hold him up by his toe)
I remember them days I was broke, I was down on my ass
Had to get up and get it
Now
Aye I'm feeling this hoe[00:04.97]Aye pass me that gas real quick[00:10.72]Finna get pint in dis hoe[00:11.86]Fuck it[00:12.50]This how I pep talk it
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
[Hook]
I am 100, I double 50 cent
If you wanna talk ish ya derrier gets kicked
Show you who's boss like Feds did Micheal Vick
And show ya how
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