G-Unit / U.T.P.
50 Cent, Young Buck
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Right now with the situation gettin' better So I'm doin' you things, holla Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt Now piece by piece we put it all together Time to get this dough nigga It's now or never I'm wild as ever, foul as ever Reap whatever, whatever, whatever They say I'm a slick talker, shit talker Grimy ass New Yorker Come cut ya, gum butcher, lay your ass out If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me If you fucked up in school nigga It's all on me I get a left foot to drop a nigga Pistol to pop a nigga Break you off proper nigga The cops ain't gonna stop a nigga (yeah) Let's get this money man Them hoes come with the paper I'm done to go wherever this game takes us Look homey, you see my 22's Sittin' on low bros That simple mathematics, that equal more hoes I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows Shit I didn't have to say that Ya'll already know From New York to New Orleans A problem, holla at me My niggas comin' to see If everythin' is alright Ya'll niggas can blow some trees Have coke and some Hennessey My niggas from UTP everythin' is alright For those who couldn't figure me out What this nigga be bout Cookin' it, and cuttin' it, and flippin' it In 24 hours I keep a dyke, on the back of the bike In the summertime the white Air Force One's, Louie Baton, Nike sign (woo) Don't really talk much (uh huh) , I let my money speak I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep I'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird And smokin' weed shakin' them haters off Bouncin' to this jukin' beat Fuckin' with 50 Cause he strictly about head bustin' Lettin' New York know these U niggas ain't stuntin' Nigga we ain't runnin', I guarantee you that After these messages we'll be right back Take off your necklace huh Because this tech will hit a Innocent bystander who don't respect a nigga After you finish your collard Greens and cornbread get you a Glock And come around here where my mom stayin' From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10 Get your money widened i got the Columbian And I'm gonna hold 'em down When you get close Call nigga I'm gonna guide you down You got it now (got it) , well then what time you leavin'? In a couple of hours Some time close to this evenin' What us speed with V8, them cops then heated They locked my partner Gus up For smokin' weed and speedin' But he'll be home though Probably about the same time you get ya Shit yeah Seems like we paid his bond like last year But anyway, you know that thing We thought that was, but wasn't? Well come to find out My homey found somethin' But he had to choke a bitch And fo' pound somethin' cause I told him What you told me about the Chump and he chumped 'em Put the barrel bottle pump, and pumped 'em And pumped 'em and pumped 'em And pumped 'em and pumped 'em We over here, E, shots of Sippin' on Courvoisier Yeah Rockin' exclusive, haha, haha Haha, can't forget, Teamwork Music, haha
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Written by: DAVID DARNELL BROWN, CHRISTOPHER CHARLES LLOYD, HANS BATHELT, HANS-JUERGEN FRITZ, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON
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