Lyrics:
the smoke, you said, "Stand down," uh
Cold heart, never get cold feet when the pressure come
It was beef, I had to tell niggas, "You better come"
Sister
might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by law, and I know my way around
Down in the Village, you might think I'm silly
But you
now, now
Remember back when I was Penny Pinchin
Split a dollar with my nigga, both of us gon' 50 cent it
Many enemies that want me finished, still I keep
a zone with me
Hundreds they clone quickly
Bad boy no Diddy
Look how we winning 20's & 50's big ole tiddys
I want that nana I go & get it
She want that
I'm killin' shit
Makin' hits
Order 66
This is it
Time is up
I'm killin' many men
No 50 cent
But I'm wild
I can't get no rest
Up all night
Don't get
Diddy yeah take that
Take that
Nigga said he want smoke I pull up at ya throat ain't no take backs
Nigga flexing with 10 I pull up in a Maybach with 50
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit
Cinnamon kisses
Busy Give me ten Better yet fifty
Cents Bout to spend all of pennies
Shit I’m just lit Those were my fifties
Bankrupt
Get ya bank up
Can’t
to save it
When you older I explain it
These niggas ain't really wavy
They copy and follow trends
I ain't have 50 cent
Now I'm hated by many men
Hot boxes
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
in the summer time
I'm in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard,
We can't find Biggies' killers so we gave Diddy a star,
And I'm by far,
plated
Niggas owe me I'm aggravated when you making a payment
I need every cent don't stay wit mama paying full rent
Saying shit like it got spent can get
on like I'm running the fly committee
I got the fire wit me
Walk in the spot get it hot like I'm Sean Diddy
Why don't you slide wit me
Why they be hating
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
Unite
North, south, y'all get down, too
Let's rock
Ah!
bumpin ziggy
Cause motha fuck 50
And that punk diddy
I know you chumps hear me
It's all friendly until the game gets tipsy
Bitch its kind of risky
past 50 you gon' havta
(Wipe me down)
We the best, I'm a fool, I'm the hemi man
Red light, green light, yellow light, get it, man
'Cuz I'm on
(Wipe me
I had 50 cents
Onna bag of chips
Had to spend the shit
I'm legit
I get money quick
We buy everything
Everybody want a couple cents when I'm coming in
pull a fast one
Fifty cent flashin they hate us wit a passion
Mashin, still fresh in three-day old fashion
Your plaid, I'm stripes, together we be
nothin, she just knows
By the way I look at her to take off all her clothes
Up and down
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks + (50 Cent)]
Whenever I'm not around, and you
Marvel hit man nigga, D on the beat Ay yo, you sell these motherfucking rocks on these niggas dawg Just to get that money right, just to get by You
Niggas owe me I'm aggravated when you making a payment
I need every cent don't stay wit mama paying full rent
Saying shit like it got spent can get yo
California where us youngstas slang that cocaine
and we be hoppin it up and choppin it up and rockin it up
to tens twenties fifties and hundreds
Hot 97 blazing hip hop and R&B you now
Tuned into G-Unit radio 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks
Tony Yayo
It's like everywhere I look
And everywhere I go
I'm
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