Lyrics:
of ooowee
Lighta by the uzi
Bytchez walken in n out
Hot and gooey
Homie Ima tru G
Spit n haters face
And dare a nigga shoot me
4 My retaliationz
50
Look I then lost alotta niggaz to this snake shit ya heard me
Shit crazy boy I tell ya
Ya gotta move different when you get to the bag son
Cant be
'em
Just left the bank I took 50 from the teller (Cash Money)
I'm fittin' to make it rain so getchu an umbrella
We also make it snow we cocaine gram
you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee
Yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee
Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to fight me
If
niggaz mad 'cause I came up over night be
Yeah, I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly
So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee
Yeah, I'm
G Unit... 50 Cent... Shady... Aftermath... the dream team
We gotta get the get well cards... niggaz is sick
Feel this...(non stop)...
Motion
to make our break ma make our break
So you betta move move out the way move out the way hay hay
I swear its neva too late its neva too late
Yall better
baby just to manage
My back on the wall I need all the extras
I'm use to the block like we playing tetris
Use to them 50 cent juices
Cereal meals your
I'll show you what I'm 'bout
[50 Cent]
Nigga now gotta let me break it down for you how it's gon' be
You don't wanna fuck with Snoop cause then
my cheese
Y'all niggaz get me congested, move around and let me breathe
I remember when you niggaz, ain't want me to hit the weed
Now that I'm
[Nate Dogg]
Don't, fight the feelin'
Move, move out on the floor
We, we can give you
Oh, all the funk you want
Hey (Oh, ew-ew-ew-ew), let me see
the love they makin me rich
My ex want me back too bad that i rap
Im only focused on a track cause need some racks
Bitch i think im 50 cent so i need me
crack feen for da Gucci Mane team,
Verse 1(Gucci Mane)
Mini mac-10,wit many mo clips,
text messagin thugs, talkin bout put it on crip,
Watchin every move
Cent]
My 22's bling, so niggaz scheme
745i clean, this little shell nigga, fuck a triple beam
Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc
Now see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here
You know, it took two real niggaz to collab
And make
call em
Megan good hands down im the realist going partna move thru
The city by myself me an this baby luma i no some niggaz down
The way a buss that
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Latin King's queen
Moves for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the laser
Come
Almost caught a buck fifty for fuckin a Latin King's queen
Moves for paper, booze no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifth with the laser
Come
thang
Oh you nigga super drippy
Wit many men no I am not 50
Call me a bitch to and scoop me
Drive by's in a stolen hoop dee
Gang signs out the same hoop
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch pissy
Drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin'
We don't give a fuck
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
The streets not the move
Had to change my method
Niggaz dying e'eryday
So I stay aggressive
Nine on my side
I'ma stay protected
Gotta Grind
Cuz money
for real
This that TI versus Lil Flip
This that 50 Cent versus Ja Rule
This ain’t checkers more like chess in the park
I’m just waiting on you to make
teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry about
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