Lyrics:
[Tony Yayo]
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
[HOOK: 50 Cent]
Bump Dat
Niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it
stars made by cinnamon
I feel like 50 Cent, I'm hated, yes, by many men
She look me dead up in my eyes, baby, do you love
Him, or me (or me)
Not one
to hear some grown folks music, I'm not knocking hip-hop, it's cool
It's just that in our case there's a time and place for 50 cent and Ja-Rule
Verse :
it's crazy but I really had to leave for the chance
My soul Gettin lil bit too heavy for the shit they bringing to the table I ain't ready
My two cents
not mail himself?
It was absurdly simple.
He would ship himself parcel post, special delivery.
The next day Waldo went to the supermarket
could ride quite comfortably. A few airholes,
some water, perhaps some midnight snacks, and it would probably be as good as
going tourist.
By Friday
Simpson, no O.J
It ain't fit so she must've quit
Take my Johnnie Cochran out and sit it on her pretty lips
Sex addict with no intent to ever quit
This
[50 Cent]
G-Unit, they ain't ready
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta
Oh yeah, I got the perfect song for the kids to sing
And all my people that's
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
Fifty Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never
to where D-Bo left off
Metallic A little I rock a
Bow 'n' Aero Smith 'n' Wesson
50 Cents for M&M's
That's an Easy E, I get the kind of grades you never see
the life in the grill, gorilla pimpin
If I have to mack ya wife then I will, it's me and 50 Cent
My nigga, live in trife, and thats real, talkin shit on us
and fighting sleep over nothing that was ever learned
Making an exit 'fore the party's getting over
Barely making 50 cents but I'm still fighting like a soldier
And people inna doubt cah you done know seh money ah di Devil (everybody knows it)
Ayo, everybody needs her simple and plain (who?)
My homegirl, Money
Keep it bottled up like this fifth of gin
Deadly with the pen let me fill you in
Make these 50 cents turn to M and M's
Double million, triple million
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
and how it will be in hella shit
People tellin' me to cool out
But they ain't feelin' me
A motherfuckin' fool, 'bout
My fuckin' cheddar cheese
And it
news
Walking dollar sign I cant keep it in the piggy bank
S and P 500 I get 10 percent on this
They judge me by my medicine cant even fuck with this
I
or Lacey
It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby
You put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy
Put a hole through your front and your back, maybe
But
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
(Put the 50 cent beer away, we ain't drinkin' that)
We gon' drink that expensive shit tonight, baby
(Yeah, yeah, we ain't grimey tonight)
We gon' be
cutthroat like that, nigga, I got it out the mud
That's on gang
(Keise On Da Track)
MO-motherfuckin'-3
Down by the river (that river)
That's where I
rapper tryin' to mimic him
And that's what really rose up out of Michigan,
The sign of white rapper by the name of 50 Cent, ha!
You would never know
niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga
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