Lyrics:
Yeah
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin', we don't
This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club
Runnin' around this bitch, pissy drunk with the snub
Niggas want to get it crackin', we don't give
and a rich bitch
I got niggas still be robbing on that lick shit
Air it out extended clip get your shit hit
Dope bowl stirring coke extra whip whip
50 Cent
Yeah
Penny for your thoughts 'nother penny make you rich? (Rich)
I give you my two cents
Penny for your thoughts 'nother penny make you rich? (Rich)
gassed up, but brother, what you living for?
Clubbing and banging chicks? nah really, what you living for?
I feel like Fanum, Duke Dennis, Kai Cent
Get
and he aint fresh to death rockin' them purples,
whippin in that new 5 50 cent color purple,
so where he get off thinking he can hurt you,
out being
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
and get your head cracked for that
You gettin' money nigga (yeah), you dimed out (yeah)
Well 50 Cent is the hottest shit out this (yeah)
You bust your
that sip
The pain'll go away if you
Get higher than a motherfucker
And I know you think you know my style
Sursprise, nigga, I done changed it now
5
On That Bishop And Jude Shit
I'll Put This 4-5 In Your Mouth Like A Toothpick (You Bitch)
The South Ain't Safe No Mo', So Get A Gun
And Pray To God That
(chorus 3)
Who said that funk was done just by one.
Who said that it was never ever done?
Who said the two of us couldn't groove.
It wasn't me but maybe
cent I had
Now listen here baby I'm about to get mad
All night long at the dinner at the movies
You was talkin' 'bout what you
Was gonna do to me!
When
Hasn't it ever occured of
Stand on your own two, please
I never heard of
By the window in the bathroom
That one did it got a dress like a brother
Then both
A five foot seven guy, privately educated and white
I just get into the groove, add some funk and indie too
Give my vocabulary room, this ain't
laugh 'cause y'all pushin' a lot of swag
I'm pushin' this big ole Hearse, don't get body bagged
Royce Da 5'9", Detroit, gah
These new rappers be
Jesus told you niggas to do?
Work for four dollars and twentry-five cents an hour
And y'all ain't stealing shit?
Well you know me, I started stealing
show your moves
Put that thang in your shoes
I came to groove with you
I've got nothing to prove
You better show your moves
Put that thang in your shoes
, females get jealous
Okay smartie, go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But you're
with you brother and your best friend too
Sit on the porch and drink some more beer
I don't need your fifty-cent lovin' round here
round here [x5
party on
Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin' in
We feel the rhythm, we feel the funk
We put it in the pocket, we put it in the trunk
We put the groove in g-r-double-o-v-y
And it ends up funkier
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
I should, just get on my vibe
So baby what's your vibe
Move to the groove til the vibes are right
Improving my mood wit you by my side
The crew
him
DMX wanna get down, well, you tell, homie
I'm on that Treach shit, I do my dirt all by my lonely
I should rob Clue, man, his shit did well
I
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