Hahaha
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha
Aww nigga dont trip
Ill kill ya if you fuck with my grip
I wont hesitate to let off a clip
Aww nigga dont trip
You gon make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What up, youre whipped
Aww nigga dont trip
You gon get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip tryna fuck with my clique
Aww nigga dont trip
Case you didnt know who this is
Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga dont trip
I come through your hood, stuntin in my yellow lam
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
Im the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin, bumpin Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
Thinkin the east aint enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin, and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But babyll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
niggas be wearin fake signs, Im rockin a lil charm
Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so Im in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna
Where Im from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I dont need niggas for support, I dont walk with a crutch
niggas know my stage, they dont fuck with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, Ill feed you my gun
This is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
I aint playin, Im up early with the birds word
Puttin that work in, parrellis on the Porsche chirpin
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so Im in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna
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