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Wooahhhhhhhh! |
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It's Shady, a.k.a. the army Shady Records |
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Break it down |
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I do a lot of spittin' |
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and I don't gotta try |
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But I ain't got rhymes to waste |
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So let's make 'em |
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I ain't say I'm a gangsta |
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I ain't got to start frontin' |
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I just get Banks up |
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when I need to pop somethin' |
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I got a friend of mine |
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named 50 Cent I signed |
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This shit's official now |
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the deal is finished and it's time |
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to get down to this business |
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Let's gon' get these nicks and dimes |
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So hurry up and cop G-Unit shit before it's gone |
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It's like a gold mine |
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for my man to take nine |
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And bounce right back, gotta be like Michael Myers |
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This shit must me a sign |
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These labels must be blind |
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Columbia I know this must be fuckin' with they mind |
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They know they 'bout to cry |
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'cause they missed out but I |
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know how to get the dope 'cause Dre gave me a business mind |
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I say 'em a line |
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I hit 'em with a 9 |
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I had a empty clip but they ain't check the chamber (Ha!) |
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CHORUS |
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I ain't no gangsta |
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I ain't got to start frontin' |
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I just call Banks up |
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when I need to pop somethin' |
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But you gon' feel my shit |
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You gon' hit the stop button |
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We gon' fuck you up a long time |
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You gon' get stomped stuntin' |
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Chorus |
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Damn 50 |
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this shit's about to hit the fan 50 |
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The fuck happened to Ja |
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He got the sickest vendetta |
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He must think that you wetta |
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He bought to play with his paper |
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You gonna fuck with this chedda |
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Now homie think we gonna sweat 'em |
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but we just gonna forget 'em |
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If he don't shut up we'll get 'em |
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Let Yayo stomp his head and it's all good |
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'cause we'd rather rap in the letter |
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pussy play us outta pocket homie |
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so tell 'em he better be easy |
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Start some bullshit he'll get his whole crew wet |
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D-twizzy, Obie, 50 Cent, and G-Unit |
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Yo he don't want it 'cause |
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he's always drugged out |
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You won't see no picture where his pupils ain't bugged out |
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Chorus |