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wrote my shit one more time
You ain't a hood nigga, you Got Rich and Stop Tryin
Jimmy scared Chris Lighty and he start lying
Lil' snitch what you know
as the street lights
G-Unit nigga

{*random shout outs*}

(50 cent and G-Unit)
We can't get Money selling weed...WE GON SELL COKE
Ain't no money sellin'
(repeat 6x) 

(50 Cent) 
I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up 

(Lloyd Banks) 
Right now my life movin to fast to stop and pray 
See every now
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
Yea, ha ha, yea, yea

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
I'ma take it to the top
(50 Cent-talking over beat)
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha wha
It's gangsta nigga
It's too gangsta nigga
G Unit... 50 Cent... Shady... Aftermath... the dream team 
We gotta get the get well cards... niggaz is sick 
Feel this...(non stop)... 
Motion
and fire
I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Motherfucker get in the way of my bread
Then I'm goin' load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga
you claim you got this and that by flippin crack, stop lyin, nigga you just rapped.

Lil Flip
A lot of Rap Cats rap about jewels, but that ain't rose
you got it and I need it I want it
50 Cents ain't fuckin around
Track Masters ain't fuckin around
Crazy Cat ain't fuckin around
The Madd Rapper
[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
and fire
I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'm supposed to be rich
Motherfucker get in the way of my bread
Then I'm goin' load my shit then cock my shit
Nigga
[50 Cent]

Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

[Young Buc]

Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas
(intro)
Yo 
Bay area
You are now rockin
With big von and 50 cent
Owwwwwwwwwwwwww
Yo
Southside
Roll something smoke somethin nigga uh yea
I fall off
to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fucking with ~5-0~ it's all starting to make sense
My moms happy she ain't gotta pay the rent
And she
Now I gotta get up and face the world, huh 
The pressure is on, It ain't never gonna stop
I sho' gotta learn to use my mind 
I don't want to be
the world
I've meet all kinds of girls
Girl you look like someone I done fucked on tour

[50 Cent]
(Now everything's changed) I'm rich bitch
(You've
history
But then again you'll finally get your wish
'cause you be all over the street like 50 Cent
Fuckin punk pussy fuck you chump
Gimme a one-on-one
you got it and I need it I want it
50 Cents ain't fuckin around
Track Masters ain't fuckin around
Crazy Cat ain't fuckin around
The Madd Rapper
Now I gotta get up and face the world, huh 
The pressure is on, It ain't never gonna stop
I sho' gotta learn to use my mind 
I don't want to be
Yeah, Shady (Woo!)
Ha ha, 50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-UNIT
(Here we go again, yeah)
Uh huh, ha ha ha
Does it make you mad, when I switch my flow
You
expanded keys
Cop it straight from the bay, tap dance on the yay
Your people make a G day, you ain't rich, you just ok
I take the stand under oath and lie
we rob and steal, so our ones can be bigger
50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry n****?

This ain't serious
Being broke can make you delirious
yours
Four-four, and fifty-four draw
As my pilot, steers my Leer
Yes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood
the hammer strapped, 
I ain't lying, I can do whatever if I'm planning that, 
So I got my guns lets dance like fanny pack, 
And we cooked the hard, cut