Lyrics:
Capri Suns for fifty cents (yeah)
Now I just hate to reminisce (to reminisce)
So if you wanna stack it up, man, you gotta work for it
I-I-I-I-I-I
Somethin' like a bad habit, we ain't have it, we gon' take it
Came up off a fifty slab, now my bag big as yappers
Workers beggin' me for time off, askin' me
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
twenty-eight,eights)
Then I be like girl you know just who I am (don't hate, hate)
Say I done fell in love wit a stripper you all
All I do is flirt with her, and I
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
[Intro / Chorus: 50 Cent]
Yeah.. I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same when Jay-Z's around
I know you don't love me,
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
said it's his last, then 50 and Em
Then what? Detox drops, what do we got then?
So now our whole camps is runnin' around
Scrambling over what to do
more then you hate it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga
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
nothin' but love
Hosted by the ladies who lookin' for somethin' to rub
When we roll out, we roll on dubs, rollin' up bud
The Theodore Unit, we
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
the bank account
Yeah, I get the G's in a Unit
Yeah! Im talkin' more than 50 G's
Everytime I spit it man
Lit up like a Christmas tree
Now I do it officially
could tell by his look
Cause he looked the way I look
When I look for a jooks
Bitch
Motherfucker
Teamwork, work hard nigga
50 cent
Rotten Apple
G-UNIT
crads, sent her rap message through a bottle
Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goin's
Birthday, gave her two fifty-cent coins
Puppy love, gorgeous
lane
I'm a hood nigga for real mothafuck the fame
Nigga I'ma get mine
You can hate it or love it but it's a thin line
Between G Unot and G Unit
scared, get the f*** out the way
And pray, them G-Unit boys don't play
I roll up 'cause it's a hold up, ain't nothing funny
Stop smiling, it be the reason
A Bone
Cashville, Tennessee Nigga!, We Thug You Knew It
New York, We Here, For Life, G-Unit!
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
Blue
To Break A Bone
Cashville, Tennessee N****!, We Thug You Knew It
New York, We Here, For Life, G-Unit!
Black Gloves, Black Mask
Black Shirt, Black Pants
know just who I am (Don't hate)
See I done fell in love wit a stripper y'all
All I do is flirt with her, and I get them draws
And I don't need no help, I
homes
They never seen a nigga go get it and bring it back home
I don't want out of them zones, I want the whole thing, g-unit!
We done started our own
Never Seen A N**** Go Get It And Bring It Back Home
I Don't Want Out Of Them Zones, I Want The Whole Thing, G-Unit!!!
We Done Started Our Own Game, We
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
to be thankful because for women I have plenty of love
And when it comes to relationships, many is stuck
Look at 50 you make love, 30 you have sex
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