Lyrics:
messy (Wait a minute motherfucker)
The I got a call from Diddy
The I got a call from Fifty
Then I got a call from Jimmy
Then I got a call from Jay
Diddy (oh that's crazy)
Man, new york never looked so pretty (oh that's crazy)
Can't picture NY without no Diddy (oh that's crazy), oh no!
[Chorus]
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
this shit
Stay close to my pastor every day I repent
Use to blow all my money now I stack every cent
And fuck some new friends I'm still rolling with
50 50 yea
50 50 yea
Yea we splitting
50 50 yea we splitting everything we gone by
In my city really busy get money time pass by
You so pretty
You
thousand in there (G-Unit radio)
When the drama get to poppin'
It don't bother me, it don't bother me
(50 cent) when the shell casings get to
Droppin' it
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this
I bet
Sean
It's a new dawn
Girls see me and you know that they fawn
Oh like Offset boy I got the clout
You know I'm rocking Sean John
Like my name was Diddy
hands
Just did a stick-up, just got picked up
One dead punk, killed by the man
New York New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York
back
We don't bet no lil shit We bet big bag
Ain't no internet shit Really into dat
Come gamble with us get a big bag
Roll da dice You can get fifty cent
disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
Class is open (yo)
Class is open (yo)
Class is open (yo)
Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with
Understandable smooth shit to jump
that your arsenal be the largest
[Hook: 8 Ball & MJG, P. Diddy]
When it's on, it's on, it's on, it's on
When it's on, you better get your shit
2wo2imes real mob ties shit
You know how I'm brackin'
The trenches, nigga
Gangway right now, sticked up
That nigga runnin' shots, 50'd up, nigga
Gang
(Tre is that a band?)
Im finna get out the hood
Just to come back in some new shit
They say Im misunderstood
Give a fuck about ya two cents
I see
the roof
He landed on Mercer by Versace
Last time they see me I'll
Be shootin' out the Masi
Gucci tearaway suit's, Jesus
Make two bricks out of one
Wipe your
[Puffy]
Yo Short man
I was with this chick last night
She was like, hey Diddy, ummm Diddy
Why you so motherfuckin' fly
I had to tell her bitch I'm
I spent me a 50
You can't keep up with me
I might do a show out in Houston like Whitney
All my boys with me
If shit's getting gritty
I'm not like
shit by yourself
Say he a stepper got stepped on nigga got left
Caught everything out the clip ran out of health
Run them bands up oh they hating we
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
Ya'll niggas want to get high, well we gonna get high then
This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby
50 Cent uh, take it how you want
like it's legal
A nigga move around with the Eagle
I go off! We say you get
It if we don't believe you
This is 50 Cent and Beanie Sigel, I go off
Big
knees
Then mp3s made it a breeze
To download every song ever recorded with ease
“I'm a fan,” you'd say, “Of this new band the Black Keys”
So you torrent
I been on my music timing, so I might just freestyle this
Hold on
Look, try something new, they gon' say it's weird
Niggas always corny till it
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