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[Tony Yayo]
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon

[HOOK: 50 Cent]
Bump Dat
Niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it
Lincoln on a sack, with the fifty-dat
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it crunk
Country-fried, pack a blunt
Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
[50 Cent] G Unit!
[50 Cent] A, be
[Scarlett] You can't fuck with me
[50 Cent] see, D
[Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets
[50 Cent] E, F
[Scarlett]
Yeah, aww yeah, Heavy D, Dogg Pound
Herb McGruff, no doubt
Ladies and gentlemen, dat nigga Daz

Who you are son, blow you away to smithereens
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka,
rocks like a fifty cent piece from Terror's twenty
Aimed at your Bentley son
Number one when my shard be blast
Mix with hash, made your heart beat fast
[50 Cent]
Yeah, F-50

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
As times go by, I twist a lot
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gonna die
You think I'm all poinry, cause
lake, tell you what, they caught a big oh 16 foot long gator in that lake by me, dats right, where talkin' world record gator, tell me now you ain't got
Fifty cent!, G Unit!, Here we go!, Free Yayo!
Motherfucker!, Benzino!, They don't know we finna' blow!
Someone better tell them so

You don't me,
life turned out nothing like
I had planned, (why not?)
By now I should've had some land
Some money in my hand, round about fifty grand
But I got
don't sleep
Put 50 cents in your commisary, reach you next week
The streets still in a shangle, since we last broke bread
And Baby Ra got left, O.T. two
Yo, yo, yo
What the fuck poppin' man
This the Drama King man
Yo who there, who dat, who there man?
(Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga)
Muthafucka,
a row (row)
I gotta see a man 'bout a dog and sell him a cat
If you don't know, then you don't know, dat's dat
Shit a dollar outta fifteen cents, I got
a million in a week
And every nigga on the street got a tape playin me
You can't believe it?  Erick Sermon, rollin with $hort
Rolled from California all
For my people in the front (front)
In the Nosebleed Section (section)

This is for the heads that's loving the mix,
My people in the front, all
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate 
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough
a million in a week
And every nigga on the street got a tape playin me
You can't believe it?  Erick Sermon, rollin with $hort
Rolled from California all
taken away
Ahmad
I been killin' mix tapes way before I heard 50
Hollywood cat's fake, streets stayed with me
Say you want test MOD
What come get me
Phat setting standards
Keep raising the bar
Hot tracks you bump to
While you blaze in the car
Amazing by far
Slang gets tongue twisted
I spit this ish