Lyrics:
and Dame
Niggas don’t know I stay flexin’ on ya dame
And that bitch gave me the ass
She gave me the brain
Until 50 cent run up and take your chain
He ain’t
Oh, oh, Gggga Gggga G-UNIT
(UNIT, haha) , yeah, it's 50 CENT (CENT)
And Lloyd Banks
(BANKS) , and Tony Yayo (YAYO)
Nigga, nigga (haha, haha)
You
a bottle
(Life's a bitch and then you die)
I swear to God
I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra
Yo, address the mic and start spillin'
Like I hit the vein
Back
and gone niggaz gon' remember my name, 50
Yo, Black is flashy like Alpo, gun happy like Papi
Sneaky muh'fucka 'mind me of nigga that clapped me
He ain't
cruising for a bruising
Yeah, it's kinda like we're tryna light a dynamite stick
Though we might get along like shit
Fight, hit, fight, spit, unite, split
the subject
They've taught you well collar around your neck
Buried under debt they got yo sorry ass in check
Babylon must die open your eyes
On sait pas trop
another motherfuckin' rabbit out the hat (yo, y'all niggas is fucking dumb)
Think I ain't got a trick up my motherfuckin' sleeve, you bitch-ass niggas
Hey BossHoss, can we go thrift shopping?
What, what, what, what, what, what, what
Bada, badada, badada, bada
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty
Hey, Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping?
What, what, what, what [x7]
Bada, badada, badada, bada... [x9]
I'm gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty
Yo, what up zone man?
Yo, what's craculatin' man?
Yeah, you got a lot of folks mad last year, man.
That bitch magna t-shirt buggin' out on stage
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
Screamin' get the fuck on the floor, give us the ro'
Aiyyo, aiyyo,
[Tony Yayo]
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c'mon
[HOOK: 50 Cent]
Bump Dat
Niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it
it drop
I need the whole 30. Fuck it 32. Just grab the 50 ima bust it too
Pull up to yo hood, and buss at you. Talkn crazy, u gon buss at who?
30
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
this rhyme
Then bring your big bad ass to California
'Cause we ain't hard to find
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my
know these niggas can't fuck with me (can't fuck with me)
Asshole by nature, one deep, pussy nigga come get me (pussy nigga come on)
Hit yo ass with
dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya
dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya
with sixteen in sixty seconds
Get your whips up, we split beams, keep fifty weapons
To you coppers that's posin' a threat
Fire up the air, wholes in
Yeah...
This is how we do it right here...
Feel this...
Do the dash, how long it's gonna last?
Peddle do the dash, when the Cops up on my ass
wanna call me but (we ah woman)
You know seh, more time, nobody can tell me seh I'm not a man by choice
You know what I mean? (Straight up)
Alright
when she grows up?
Aha, yeah, come on (the evil genius)
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
Hailie (what?)
Come here, baby, bring daddy his Oscar (okay)
We're gonna
Woman: Come on honey, wake up
Woman: You said you's gonna get a job today
Man: yawn
Woman: Come on, we got bills to pay
Woman: I'm tired of this, no
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