Lyrics:
the chips then i'm running
You won't ever know the fine line
Between how hard i work to get by
Buy time just to cut all loose ties
Time don't fly by when its
trippin then it must be you I'm talkin bout.
And if it ain't you ... don't trip
[Brother Lynch]
Drop niggas like bad habits that's the truth
Mutha fuckas
YEH
(WE IN THIS BITCH)
WE IN THIS BITCH
((VERSE 2 ))
You can find me in the club like 50 cent
Yeh where it’s options
She gone bust it wide
success got suckers salty (salty)
Blowin steam like a cup of coffee
Click POW get these fuckas off me
[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad
in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
rep my set n rep my
Gang
I'ma rep my hood I'ma rep my set I'ma rep my block n rep my
Gang
I'ma rep my hood mutha fucka if you grew up in the hood
That I
started on the map
Piece by piece brick by brick
And build that motha fucka back
New kids new shoes
New shoes new rules
New rules new news
She made it he
better watch they tone
I Brought the crown out west
Can't believe you mutha fuckas tried 2 count out Wes
How u doubting the best
When Money power
Y'all gotta show persistence
I really bag bitches mutha fucka you beg bitches gotta know the difference
Leanin' on me like they dirty soda sippin
Can't
somethin round my way,
I ain't really gotta say to much,
If you know Young Buck you know Money Motha Fuckas..
[Young Buck ]
Man its all about platinum from
in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
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
to death and stripped, all over a bitch
Now it's 50 MC's that ain't worth shit
Get ya ass kicked 50 times, beat to 10 cent
I love New York, but the niggas
[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,
[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,
violence in they rhyme
They love +50cent+, cause he got shot 9 times
But what about me, I dun' shot 9 mutha'fuckaz
Left a nigga in his yard fa' his mother
I
nigga we did we went and we got
We did it alone by ourselves
Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him
Know now for wealth
Stood our
love it
From Washington to Franklin whether grinding or ganking
Getting money gives a sensation that leaves me captivated
Fascinated by the thought
a critical game, we pledge plead for this blood
If you a thug it don't matter, the crypt fo' this 'cause
Outlaw mutha, fucka then bust yo' rocket
Firestarr
right here by pinnacle
Prepping da baggie Fifty Da minimum
Purchase n peep How I'm pimpin it's pivotal
People Pretend Not to pay me my principal
Pretty
Hunnid Grand
Hunnid Grand
Hunnid Grand
In the Back of
A brand new Cullinan
Take it out wrap it
In rubber brands
Stash it in the
Mutha Fucking
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
[50 Cent]
Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!
[Young Buc]
Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
in the chamber
For the jackas and the dope fiends
Fools come short get rowdy
Kick down doors
Show mutha fuckas that ya bout it bout it
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