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I ain't joking, pistol smoking, any nigga can get it
While I'm ballin she by my side wit me
But if some shit jump off she ain't gone ride wit me
the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!)

[Hook: 50 Cent]
If I can't do well, homey, it can't be done
Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop
like that I'm thuggin
She loves G-unit (bis)

(50 cent)
Baby girl you can push me pull me 
Scrach me screw me 
Holla my name while we fuck
Get on top you
ain't on 'til I say it's on, pause, it's on
I'm eatin', y'all niggas fastin' like it's Rimadon

Bowlish way in Lebanon, know 50 the bomb
I be at the edge
G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) 
That's what's up 

(50 Cent) 
Keep thinkin I'm candy 
ain't nuttin sweet about me 
Nigaas talkin in
like that I'm thuggin
She loves G-unit (bis)

(50 cent)
Baby girl you can push me pull me 
Scrach me screw me 
Holla my name while we fuck
Get on top you
Verse Three (50 Cent) Shootout shots ricochet, doc says that nigga dead When your time's up, your time's up, this is real shit On my balls 'til my number
New York City!
You are now rapping, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it, 
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy
vegetables, they gonna respect the flow 'til I'm gone

One for the money
Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game
(I'm screamin' fuck
while I'm gettin' high
I'm watchin' as the world goes by
‘Cause they don't give a fuck about us
If I choose to ride, thuggin' 'til the day I die
They
'til I'm not tired
I just wanna drive 'til I run out of highway
Into the purple sky

But if I'm gonna live until I'm 50
I'm gonna need you by my
New York City!
You are now rapping, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it, 
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy
rocked rhymes
Now 50 Cent, I write a lil' bit but I pop nines

Tell n****z, "Get they money right", 'cause I got mine
And I'm around quit playin' n****
New York City!
You are now rapping, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it,
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy
New York City!
You are now rapping, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it,
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
Artist: DJ Envy f/ G-Unit (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks)
Album:  Blok Party Vol. 1
Song:   What Goes Around
Typed by: x2pacalypsehalx@hotmail.com *

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peppers and don't rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggas, "Get they money right," 'cause I got mine
And I'm around quit
peppers and don't rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggas, "Get they money right," 'cause I got mine
And I'm around quit
you talkin all that loud stuff
If you live and you die by the game and you lose
At least you did spend your life tryin to change
You're thuggin
New York City!
You are now rapping, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it,
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy
New York City!
You are now rapping, with 50 Cent
You gotta love it,
I just wanna chill and twist a lot
Catch suns in my 7-45
You drive me crazy
Artist: DJ Envy f/ G-Unit (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks)
Album:  Blok Party Vol. 1
Song:   What Goes Around
Typed by: x2pacalypsehalx@hotmail.com *

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don't follow the rules
Why should I when Reebok giving niggas they own shoes
And I'm dealing with the same problems 50 Cent got
Yayo in jail and they
peppers and don't rock rhymes
I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines
Tell niggas, "Get they money right," 'cause I got mine
And I'm around quit