Lyrics:
Lauren Hill
Snoop dropped it like it's hot
Word of mouth so ludacris
Young buck
Trying to make a dollar outa fifty cent
Sorry mama
Cleaning out my closet
[Originally by 50 Cent]
No shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gonna' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink
how to behave
Now, drag his ass, bag dun for his loot
Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for Tupac
Seven for
me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute
That's seven shots for 2pac
Seven for Biggie Smalls
Seven for Freaky Tah up in your neighborhood malls
in Hollywood cause I remember when I had 50 Cent, up In Da Club
All my life I knew I was major, I don't need no major
I don't even write rhymes, I
me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
(P.Diddy)(Biggie)
It's 10 years and we still runnin this motherfucker - yeah!
(one) As we proceed
to give you
me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
(P.Diddy)(Biggie)
It's 10 years and we still runnin this motherfucker - yeah!
(one) As we proceed
to give you
put they tax on it
But it's not enough
She said, "You gon' have to give me more than one dollar
You gon' have to give me more than five dollars
will it stop
Jay and Dame ain't speaking
Game and 50 Cent beefing
Then Cease got Lil' Kim knocked
I'm hearing all this from the jail
While I'm
[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
diamonds (woo)
I got it, I give it, come get it
Birkin Bags, bad bitches come with it
City Girls, come count up my digits
Can't brake 'em, can't shake
I show the gang and we highfivin' (gang)
(Offset, uh)
She give me face in the Wraith (face)
This semi, it shoot by the trey (grraow)
Its the way i live my life
Always give 100 take back 50
Give one 100 and i take back 50
Dont have anytime to be so thrifty
Dont need a shrine just
"go shorty
It's your birthday" on your birthday like
My friends have done to me
Every year since you released In
Da Club in 2003: D
A: They do sing it
Yeah
Once it come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothin' but ten cent lovin'
Hey little baby, let me light your candle'
Cause mama I'm sure
turned her round, and then I fucked her gave her 50 cents
Fuck her from the back,all she wanted was some hot chips
Hope you know by now I'm Young reckless
Whip it up
Whip it up
Whip it up
Nasty!
Cook it up
Cook it up
Cook it up
Classy!
I just do too much
I'm just getting rich
50 in the trunk
50
mansion)
Threw a private party all by myself
Just me and dancers (All by myself)
Five thousand on the floor, yeah
They sweeping it (yeah, they sweeping)
AND1
before
It wasn't like this before
50 Cent, I'm makin hit's now
Don't try an act like you ain't heard
I'm the shit now some bitches changed
'cause they
than me tellin it and that’s why I got no excuse
Finding opportunity can cost the price of finding you
Never claimed to be a poet, even with a rhyme
and sweet like cinnamon
But everyday like 50 Cent, yes, many men
They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends
But separate the paper
of town bitches, (Thirty-four)
help me put it down bitches (Thirty-five)
Hangin' 'round, give you pussy by the pound bitches (Thirty-six)
Them do-it
right here by pinnacle
Prepping da baggie Fifty Da minimum
Purchase n peep How I'm pimpin it's pivotal
People Pretend Not to pay me my principal
Pretty
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style
[50 Cent]
It's something about your style, it's something about your smile
It's something about you
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