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Yo, niggas be askin me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?" |
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I'm a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit |
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I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no money wit |
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If I can't make no money wit you, f**k you nigga |
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G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup |
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(Tony Yayo) |
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I get money, money I got |
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so its a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop |
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I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier |
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And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm supposed ta |
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heavy pistol sales for living |
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my gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue |
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while I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep |
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thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress |
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see me in a black lex, hard-top |
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My mink drop-top, fresh out the carlot |
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I got the gift of raw pugilist speeches(?) |
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So I'm gon sell like the box office features |
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Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT! |
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but deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT! |
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cause we got them three b's: benzes, burners and bitches |
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and plus we on the road to the riches |
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(Chorus: repeat 2X) |
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You can say what you want about me |
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As long as you don't get in the way of my money |
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Cause all that talking shit to me played out |
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Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out |
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(Lloyd Banks) |
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Lately I been going through a phase |
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Hope they aint tap the phones |
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Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones |
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Therefore I'm on the move with the squad |
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I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad |
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Picture me putting jewels on a broad |
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I'd rather put shoes on the car |
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A pool in the yard |
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You don't really wanna fool with the god |
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Nigga my front line long enough to fill two boulevards |
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In this game, you only make it far if you loyal |
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And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled |
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Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me |
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Ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty |
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Tryin to be cool |
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Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school |
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Keep rappin for your hood, I'm rappin for benzes |
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And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses |
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(Chorus) |
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(50 Cent) |
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Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!) |
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What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh) |
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Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!) |
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What I learned from watching Brucie B |
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Look, I shot the sheriff |
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And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot |
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Here's the plan, I'm a keep stackin my ends |
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Till I'm on airplane seats in the Maebach benz |
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I'm all about the chips |
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I done took them trips |
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22's on the 6 |
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26 on the bricks |
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And them outta town niggas, I'm chargin yall more |
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I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw |
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You sell smoke, look nigga I got what you need |
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But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed |
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Niggas always sayin damn 50 you bugged |
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Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug |
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Gimme his watch and his chain |
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We not the same, he a lame |
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He want pussy I'm bout my money man |
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Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick |
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Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed |
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Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange |
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I'll see you another day motherf**ker it's 50 |
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Shots 'til your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherf**ker |
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(Chorus) |
