Lyrics:
're a spiritual baby
And open up the book so you can roll in the day with me
Beyond belief!
Hey get your hands up high
Get 'em in the air try to touch that sky
the gangsters (uh, come on)
Anything goes when we ride (when we ride)
Even with my little shorty by my side
Nuh long talk, nuh bag of noise (nuh bag
of my pain and the medicine
Never met someone who played games with my head as much
Fate tethered us together like two felons
Must've fell in love with
it like a helicopter
South Carolina! C'mon and raise up
This one's for you, uh-uh
This one's for who? Us, us, us! it's uhh..
Ooh, Hot Atlanta! C'mon
[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
In this cold world you don’t know who to trust! Cuz....
Chorus:
Everybody put in their two cents,
Everybody put in their two cents, now...
Everybody
a 50-11 jones, got
50-11 goons who gon drank up all the liquor, that
Hennessy, Ciroc we gon drank up all the liquor, then
Hit the jewelry store till
Who told you I'm trying to linky? Shit's getting risky
Opps found my 50
Up in Houston we get dope Knock his ass with a lethal blow
Split it 50-50 This
Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
it's who you with
[Chorus: Havoc]
Eh yo a nigga ain't stoppin' know I got to get it poppin'
Yo you know a nigga plottin' I rep the dirty rottin',
do,
I could be a good connect for you, okay, okay (50 Cent!)
Look bitch, he can't treat you the way I do,
Now lay back, Maybach '62, okay, okay
south
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)]
Hate it or love
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
to be questioned
Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression
[Verse 4: T.I.]
You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
So I keep
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
ride with Ja)
Follow me (na-na-na-na-na-na-na)
Keep my mesh vest as Pac's vest
Come get me
If you mothafuckers want Shady
If Pac was still here
[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
body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
Another rep (Another rep) another set (Another set)
If you ain't keeping up, you gon get left (You gon left)
Another dream (Another dream), just one
but gettin' big
Half the niggas I run wit' gettin' jig
The other fifty cent balancin' a bid
Oh shit, got this bitch seeded
To God I pleaded
the gangsters (uh, come on)
Anything goes when we ride (when we ride)
Even with my little shorty by my side
Nuh long talk, nuh bag of noise (nuh bag
take them shots an drop it like it's hot
Bitch Nigga
Hey what up 'cause, it's 50 cent
What's happening nigga?
Ha ha ha yea Nigga
Just when you thought
are so (Gangsta)
That nigga 50 is (Gangsta)
They say...
When you in them streets, creep, creep,
Cause some gangstas want a head blast,
Cause I run with
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