Lyrics:
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
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
in the summer time
I'm in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard,
We can't find Biggies' killers so we gave Diddy a star,
And I'm by far,
plated
Niggas owe me I'm aggravated when you making a payment
I need every cent don't stay wit mama paying full rent
Saying shit like it got spent can get
on like I'm running the fly committee
I got the fire wit me
Walk in the spot get it hot like I'm Sean Diddy
Why don't you slide wit me
Why they be hating
Unite
North, south, y'all get down, too
Let's rock
Ah!
bumpin ziggy
Cause motha fuck 50
And that punk diddy
I know you chumps hear me
It's all friendly until the game gets tipsy
Bitch its kind of risky
past 50 you gon' havta
(Wipe me down)
We the best, I'm a fool, I'm the hemi man
Red light, green light, yellow light, get it, man
'Cuz I'm on
(Wipe me
I had 50 cents
Onna bag of chips
Had to spend the shit
I'm legit
I get money quick
We buy everything
Everybody want a couple cents when I'm coming in
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
Marvel hit man nigga, D on the beat Ay yo, you sell these motherfucking rocks on these niggas dawg Just to get that money right, just to get by You
Niggas owe me I'm aggravated when you making a payment
I need every cent don't stay wit mama paying full rent
Saying shit like it got spent can get yo
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
dough
Well it's the first of the month my nigga so you know what it is
Let's get down to the block and get that handlin' this biz
Call the dealers
(cuz I'm dark nigga)
I'm a bad boy like I'm p diddy
You don't make cents so you ain't 50
I'm down in Houston I'm a lone star but I know my roots I rep
homie
Yeah, I learned a lot from Kobe
81 shots, nine, 50 cents , finna take it out your pocket, homie
I ain't in this shit, I owned it
I'm still that 517,
the Ku Klux
I just got it and I already need a tune up
I'ma get rich or die trying like I'm Fifty
This Drac' will make a nigga dance just like he
put one inside his contact lens
Stay locked in like chains 4L know I'm standing on bizz
Death wished on me by many men
But I ain't 50 cent feel like
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