Lyrics:
[Intro - 50 Cent talking]
Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland]
Timbaland sounds so good, but I might
the feds bribed me
Yo ass would hit more notes than Ron Isley
I wouldn't rhyme about Rolleys if
I had no watch
Wouldn't write about crack if I
Ain't had no
Yeah
It's Shady, ha ha (woo)
50 Cent
G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit (ha ha)
Here we go again
Yeah (what? Huh-huh, ha ha)
Does it make you mad when I
this ish for fitness or Enlightenment you
So tighten up yo britches cause We ready to go
If you really on the team we go Keep it regal
Yeah ya baby momma
high, hands up high
[VERSE 1: 50 CENT]
You wanna dance lets dance nigga ill take you to da prom
I'm armed tre pound in my palm I'm calm
Nigga my mamma
Here we come now
Turntable spin like a merry-go-round
Never slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds
Set it, up in the hood where we go
Gimme some rhymes
Get up and dance with me
Everybody wanna hit it and quit it
Don't quit it
Just shake that ass for me
Everybody wanna hustle and flow
beat your friend up and you whooped his ass long
'Cause he hit the pipe 'til the rock was all gone
You're robbin' and stealin', buggin' and illin'
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk
White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum
She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn
Waist like
Who told you I'm trying to linky? Shit's getting risky
Opps found my 50
Up in Houston we get dope Knock his ass with a lethal blow
Split it 50-50 This
We ain't ever been the motherfuckas
That could get a hundred-fifty bitches on deck
We the type of dudes that be putting in the effort
Just to show
Ooh Street
Lil Mama what it do, what you gonna prove
Turn around, back that ass up, show a nigga what it do
Ooh, got a nigga like Ooh
Lil Mama what
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
you are
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
Here we go yo
(where?)
Hit the bih one time, I gave her good dick, and she ain't seen me since (swear)
She on her first cup, by the fourth one she gon' end up sick (ugh)
beat your friend up and you whooped his ass long
'Cause he hit the pipe 'til the rock was all gone
You're robbin' and stealin', buggin' and illin'
manimo catch a pussy nigga, hold him up by his toe
"Imma send that bacc and then I think we good to go on this first tracc
There's gonna be more bro, so
paraphernalia
Not paranoid
You fuckin' wit' a pair of boys
That'll pump yo body full of lead
An watch it swell up like we got no conscience
'Cause it ain't
a Glock with extensions if niggas act up
Get yo ass bagged
Up my shit go to hitting you get hit my precision A plus
I got that swag
All these hoes know I be
you are
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
We gonna break, we gonna bash
We gonna roll, we gonna smash
Here we go yo
Yo, Dre! (Dre! Dre! Dre!)
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man said "Cluck, I don't
3, take it however the fuck you wan' take it
Faggot ass niggas (50 Cent show these niggas how to rock)
Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog
'em like 50 cent
Up the ARP make a Chinese nigga speak English
I could Shoot the Whole 60 out the clip
Hit the car up without me blinking
In the boat,
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