Lyrics:
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
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
P-Rhymes rich
Dade County, let it do what it do
[DJ Khaled]
Rest in peace to Uncle Al
We The Best
Dade County, let's go
I rep my city
Nigga, I rep my
blue lights and hit the left
All these pigs just want a check give two fuck bout my rep
I know niggas who is dead step by step think I'm next
Keep your
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
to the front of the line
We're gonna stay by
[Chorus 1]
This one's for North Carolina! C'mon and raise up
Take your shirt off, and twist is 'round yo hand
Spin
(Ooh ooh)
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, the champion (champion, champion)
Yeah, okay, we made it to America
I remember when
out who gave the west coast mouth to mouth
[Chorus - (50 Cent & Lloyd Banks)]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until
I'm up with the J's, we all vampin'
Put the work in the wax bag and stamped it
You can catch the rico when you stamp it
But the hood gotta know who got
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
Intro:
It's Jahari Chi,
Vibe with me .... (Whooo)
Oh I, Oh I, Oh I IIIIIIII
Chorus:
Everybody put in their two cents,
Everybody put in their two
delicate.
The spaces have always been created by the gentle and caring,
To be later filled by bullies and egotists.
We can try to fill those spaces with
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
(uh-huh)
Now Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop 9s (brrt)
Tell niggas, get they money right,
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
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!)
up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me
And yeah I rep my city, bitch
I'm from Dade County
Ay!
the club
Bitches want free bud
It's not a thing we can't afford
Don't even say my name
We just rep my gang
It's not a thing we can't afford
We roll
a nigga blowed
Had to walk around like I'm 50 Cent
20 chains on me, 50 thousand cash all on me
Momma said I'm a walkin' lick
But I don't give a shit they
He cant rap with me
Do it by myself
Different breed
Was the strategy
Niggas hella soft
They be sweet lika cavity
Staying with my arms
We together
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
come across never took loss cause she leaving better
Winners win momma told me to get the dividends, and I did
Many men hating on me feel like 50 Cent
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
down!
[50 Cent]
I've been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I'm fin ta Crip walk and put some motherfucking khakis on
No that's alright man I
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