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three six mafia can
All up in a trance in the Prophecy van
We gonna tear the club up, get it bucked till it don't stand
And now I know that you are
three six mafia can
All up in a trance in the Prophecy van
We gonna tear the club up, get it bucked till it don't stand
And now I know that you are
the hardest, 
And you can't rock it like three six mafia can
All up in a trance in the Prophecy van
We gonna tear the club up, get it bucked till it don't
dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid
Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it cocaine
Fuck, hell nah nigga I been
the hardest, 
And you can't rock it like three six mafia can
All up in a trance in the Prophecy van
We gonna tear the club up, get it bucked till it don't
the hardest, 
And you can't rock it like three six mafia can
All up in a trance in the Prophecy van
We gonna tear the club up, get it bucked till it don't
fuckin' re-up (Yayo)
Flashin' singles, wit the 20s on top
While I'm ridin' on 20s in the juky drop top
So never show love wit ya left hand
You'll lose 5
50 Cent I'm makin hits now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard I'm the shit now
Some bitches changed, cause they know I'm fittin to blow
You should
I keep it gangsta nigga
Wha 

(50 Cent)
Get out the club BITCH
Niggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love
like old sneakers from telephone wires

[50 Cent:]
Flip mode!

[Chorus: Missy]
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it
Get dressed at seven
Be up by nine 
I'm up all night
These friends of mine

The needle drops
The stereo gives
Its never too late to learn how
(Chorus- Banks) 
G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit (repeat) 

(50 Cent-between Banks) 
G-Unit nigga that's what's up
pretty good some play so bad it hurts
We pick up their golf balls that fly over the fence
We shine 'em up a little bit and sell 'em back for fifty cents
Yo yo
I need no introduction everybody
Heard of 50 Cent and heard of G-Unit
I'm not high tech and I'm not qualy
You see me in the club
You
Let the games begin
This for my niggas and bitches up in the truck
Bust down hold it up and get buck
Pull up to the club with the system up on crunk
classy mami with the Marilyn Monroe body (hahaha)
I'm that fly chick 5'6", Marc Jacob mini
Ghetto fabolous, glamourous, its effortless
Make up light, we
to murder a trick
You could be a friend or foe
Kinda down or not
I'm rollin with tha fool Crunchy and we got them glocks
Backed up by da 4-5 and the 38
You
L-0 told me give it you so you finna get it man
Gucci pulled up in a Aston
Parking lot, Club Crucial, my rims doin' the pool palace
Ice stampede
I'm
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
bail slow up in the club 
remember when they push & shove 
it's only love 
Dubs for everybody waitin' on us 
and fuck everybody hatin' on us
orders soda
Earth shake, milk shakes, ten cents a piece

They kissy and huggy nice
Oh, by jingo, it's worth the price back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers
anything
From the five and ten cent store,

You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my
anything from
The five-and-ten-cent store

You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my own
But now if you'd come
I'd welcome anything
From the five and ten cent store,

You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me
anything from
The five-and-ten-cent store

You used to call me the top
You put me up on a throne
You let me fall with a drop
And now I'm out on my own