Lyrics:
You don't seem nigga, yeah nigga
Right? Kayslay, Whoo Kid
50 Cent, new shit
My nigga Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, G-Unit
Niggas, niggas, "Rotten Apple"
with me
They let me out the cell I
Was popping like I'm Diddy
Then Omelly came to scoop me with
A chopper and a fifty
I'm like what it is what's really
G-Unit (buck), we in here (buck)
We can get the drama poppin', we don't care (buck-buck-buck)
It's goin' down (buck), 'cause I'm around (buck)
50
[Black Rob - almost mumbling]
They said that I'm a Rottweiler
And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York
[G-Dep]
Really, get
rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag and tear a new hole in my ass, you better love me, bitch
(Chorus)
(50 Cent)
My buzz is
This shit I wrote quick shit I hate
Broke niggas
That always got something to say
Got some nerve to have an opinion renegades
I don't give a fuck
skatin'
Red eye smoking that bomb shit, I'm Satan
Niggas surprised, fifty back on fire
Fifty back running round this bitch strapped
Hit man for hire
money, I got power, I'm not 50 Cent (no)
But I can teach you how to rob, I been doin' it (yup)
Bitch it's President's Day, I'm the president ('course)
be ballin till I drop and I'm never gone stop [x2]
[Diddy:]
I'm the first one to cut a new Phantom in half,
first white two seater down fifth ave,
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
don't worry got the stems out
Fuck me like Misato everybody buff till they meet 50 cent
Popping blue pills all these trust fund kids got red pilled
Shut
And I take great pleasure in introducing, 50 Cent
It's bottle after bottle
The money ain't a thing when you party with me
It's what we into, it's
I don't play Atari
Steve Harvey
Or let my daughter date diddy
That nigga 50
I thrifted just time fine mines
Take time let it age
Fine wine
If
to give a shit
And that's what makes me one hard son of a bitch
Since they ain't give a shit, I ain't give a shit either
Sweet 16, time to stack me up
and New Jack wassup when I crossover
There ain't no coming back
Take a hit of this
This is what I’ve been cooking
Perfect product, customer good looking
cousin by the name of Daz
And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass
'Cause they know about the shit that we be goin' through
And they know about the shit
up nobody seemed to give a shit
And that's what makes me one hard son of a bitch
Since they ain't give a shit, I ain't give a shit either
Sweet 16,
cousin by the name of Daz
And bitches who fuck him, gimme the ass
'Cause they know about the shit that we be goin' through
And they know about the shit
Sparks is white like me"
"Haha" "Hahaha" "One time for that boy
Eminem? You know what I'm
Talking about?! One time for that boy
50 Cent! The whole G Unit!
cracker a day (what? Oh shit)
Girl, well, I heard the bitch was married to Tim
And started fucking with Trina
Well, I heard the bitch got hit by three
new shit
But it ain't new tho
I got rid of my old bitch
Now i got new hoes
First is was the Benzo
Now I'm in the Enzo, Ferrari, I'm sorry!
I keep
to the basics and break it all the way all the way down
You can hate it but face it B.I.G. and 2Pac just ain't around
Everywhere you go, there I go, I'm 50 Cent
(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!)
like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
Dj Kay Slay, The Drama King
Fat Joe, 50 Cent
New York City, had to happen
It's about
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