Lyrics:
Windy City keep me cool in my new fit that boy be shining (and I’m...)
Riding round Chi-Town I’m with my crew
Plotting on them fifty cent juices
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
of Kanye West and 50 Cent
Dropping on the same day, couldn't wait for our pay day
Me and my boys had a job, we worked the same place (T-Dot)
Worked for
cashman
When the rain pour
Have ya rain coat
Close to being rich 50 cent from being broke
All black gnights I be talking like the pope
All black lil nigga
homeboy, I can't hear ya (owh, owh, owh!)
I need about fifty of them bricks at the topic (owh, owh, owh!)
They know we run the streets, me and them boys
the stacks
Can I get a hey (Hey!)
Can I get a ho (Ho!)
Dogg Pound Gangstas and Bad Boy
Here we go
We bustin' heads with a Moet bottle [glass break]
Cent g-Unit, ha ha
You want beef with me?
Take a number and get in line
You want pairs with me?
I pop ya top off with the nine
You mad at me? Shit,
[50 Cent-talking]
I don't even know how to explain it, you know?
You know from time to time she's on my mind you know
You know what I mean she's my
You don't have very many options
You can, get with the program, or you die
The Unit
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
You see
we tuck
I suppose when you lettin me bite ya neck
Foreplay just a red tonge all in your breasts
It's playtime
Don't rush we could get to the rest
In
of good guys, 50 Cent is the villain
I play the bar with eight bottles all night getting right
Teaching the hoodrats what Cristal taste like
I put 60
just said it best
My brain swerves from right to left like the letter S
I got the Wu-Tang vibes, ya better protect ya neck
Or ya ass will get shot next
Cuz what if Casper turned around and slapped ya
I try to tell these boys to get ready for the rapture
And move steady when Kingdom Come are you ready
So
Number one rule
There's a lot of haters...
Number two...
Lotta instigators...
Number three is the game where ya players
Get that
Flip that
Put
And they rainin' on ya block, and ya brains like Chile
Get Silly!
[Soulja Boy]
My chain too silly, my watch too dumb
Only rapper on Myspace with more
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-g-unit!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
I'm
Layin in da ocean
Roastin, I make you disappear, hocus-pocus
We leave these suckas like they Jerry Rice
Wide open
In da field to get real, ya block
the Chosen one
By the way she acting yeah, she can be my hun
Like fifty cent you wanna be best friend
If relation will you be my rider to the end
Confessions
ya boys a bad man
and we invadin da streets
makin unclever rappers
they be droppin the heat(gggg-unit)
(cena)
dis 50 cent john cena yall shuld no
we
Fuck it
Man, I got to kick it
Man, I got to get it
If it's money, if it's tight, boy living rigid
Cause everybody know that I be spending like
hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt
Boy you better catch me first
So you
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
ass up
I'ma get in the other car"
"Aight"
If there's beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothin' to me
I'll ride by and blow ya
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