Lyrics:
don't like me
I'm so New York, Weezy probably don't like me
La da da da da da
For my city, emphasis on my city
You got to go to L.A. If your looking
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 sitting in my cell
And I'm
and Cease cool again, she no longer mad at him
Biggie got a street in Brooklyn named after him
Cardi B won a Grammy, New York proud of her
She the new
in New York, them niggas'll tell you I'm loco (yeah)
And the plan is to put the rap game in a chokehold (uh-huh)
I'm fully focused man, my money
know you drive me crazy dat g da pimp, girl you know you drive me crazy you should be here wit me bitch, 50 Cent: Bitch! Brite and early in the mornin
right, right, right thurr
G-Unit in this bitch right
Right, right, right, right thurr
Ayo, listen up New York City
This the kid 50 Cent
You're now tuned
bouncing with my lean.
Bounce, Bouncing wit my lean. Bounce Bouncing wit my lean (2x)
Verse 1
From Harlem New York like I'm Diddy.
Find me in da club like
50 Cent: G-UNIT
Announcer: MTV News on MTV 2
Gideon Yego: Hi I'm Gideon Yego with MTV news. 4 weeks strong at number one and the Eminem Show is
to represent My fitted New York like 50 cent You got 50 cent, 125 bucks for a half 50 for a whole gram Tinkerbell rockin' the speedboat I got what you need bro,
[50 Cent]
G-Unit!
[Chorus: x2 50 Cent]
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
(check)
The roof topless, I'm showin' my ass
I brought New York back ya niggas ain't got a chance
Remix!
We fly high no lie you know this (ballin!)
the most underrated rapper of all time
So why do you accept those that bite my rhymes
Me and eminem rhymed for d are e
Me and x was in da club bout
to the recreational cent'a
I got it wrapped y'all from the grammys to the back park
Short dog y'all, what you thought y'all, Oakland, Bk, New york y'all
Be the voice
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
ain't goin nowhere (Nah)
Matter fact, Bus let's go over there (Come On)
Take all of they girls and bring 'em over here (Come Here)
New York City, have
)
(Da-dum, ba-dum, ba-da-do-da)
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking
with'
I dont have step, I leave it in youre averix
Then shoot it it the air, whateva I have left
Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
Wether clubs
I'm holding us up
50 Cent's in Da Club I'm throwing it up
I don't know nothing about your crew boy
When I'm in the club I get real boy so feel boy
I'm
New York (indistinct)
Stanton Isle, up state, Tri-state
Just for my people
Just for my people
Just for my people
Just for my people
Get down
Oh, Oh, Oh gGGG G-Unit
Yeah it's 50 Cent
And Lloyd Banks and Tony Yayo
Nigga (ha, ha) you got to love it
New York City
I've been doing my own thing
wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga pronto
Bip-de-boo-da-badda-beat it like a bongo
Haven't had the time to do a polish-
Will you sing!
Right!
Who wants to live in New York?
Who wants the worry, the noise, the dirt, the heat?
Who
leave it in you're averix
Then shoot it it the air, whatever I have left
Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
Wether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all
)
(Da-dum, ba-dum, ba-da-do-da)
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I'm, I'm, I'm huntin', lookin' for a come up
This is fucking
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