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(50 Cent-talking over beat)
It's gangsta nigg*
It's too gangsta nigg*
I keep it gangsta nigg*
Wha wha
It's gangsta nigg*
It's too gangsta nigg*
I keep it gangsta nigg*
Wha
(50 Cent)
Get out the club b*tch
tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love b*tch
Never thought you'd be on that loser s**t
You on some movie s**t
Get out the club b*tch
tryin to holla at you
We wanna parlay wit you
(50 Cent)
I hate when girls act like they too good for a nigg* (yea)
Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a nigg*
In the club givin the wrong numbers and wrong names
b*tch why don't you take ya as* home and quit playin games
They on that pretty s**t (what) that high saditty s**t (yea)
They want me to trick, I ain't P. Diddy b*tch (woo)
I'm gone show em now
I'm gone show em how (show em how)
How we break it down
This is how it's goin down
Them girls think p*ssy precious
Them they wanna test us
Got beef so we be wearin vest-es
Look I don't give a fk nigg*
b*tch I aint buyin no p*ssy
nigg* you'll die if you push me
nigg* you know I'm holy
b*tch picture me rollin
Hooker probably for paper, cause p*ssy come wit it
I aint joking, pistol smoking, any nigg* can get it
While I'm ballin she by my side wit me
But if some s**t jump off she aint gone ride wit me
Get out the club b*tch
(Chorus)
Get out the club b*tch
tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love b*tch
Never thought you'd be on that loser s**t
You on some movie s**t
Get out the club b*tch
tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love b*tch
Never thought you'd be on that loser s**t
You on some movie s**t
(50 Cent)
My whole team gettin dough b*tch
On the low b*tch, friends'll kick a nigg* do' down fo sho b*tch
Shorty we aint trippin, just wanna dance wit cha
I mean d*mn wont you give a nigg* a chance wit you
On that pre-Madonna s**t, that Dolce & Gabbana s**t
Bet I can teach ya about Gucci, Fendi, and Prada b*tch
I met cha in the parkin lot, s**t woulda been diffrent then
You fix ya make-up, so much chrome on my Mercedes Benz
I take ya to see Beth in Jersey, but you aint worthy
Thats where we buy the ice at the right price
b*tch you think you high class, you aint worth a third of a nigg*
Ya man is gangsta, but we aint never heard of the nigg*
s**t hit the fan, we fk around and murdered a nigg*
Tell a punk to play his position and turn up missin
fk around, his body get found, cut up in the kitchen
I aint playin wit you b*tch you better listen
(Chorus)
Get out the club b*tch
tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love b*tch
Never thought you'd be on that loser s**t
You on some movie s**t
Get out the club b*tch
tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love b*tch
Never thought you'd be on that loser s**t
You on some movie s**t
(50 Cent)
This a low rider here b*tch, in L.A. they show me love
be under palm trees twistin Cali bud
Call a Crip "Cuz", call a Blood "Dawg"
I aint bangin so I holla like "Wat up yall?"
girls know I be buggin when they don't show me no lovin
I aint gotta say nuttin, know I be thuggin
When ever I'm around motherfkas stop joke-in
They know how I get down, I be motherfkin Loc-in
Shorty she like Bussa-Bus, she love Nas
She like when L lick his lips, the b*tch love stars
After the club, Ima have her in the hot tub
Her and her girlfriend gone show me some puppy love
(Chorus)
Get out the club b*tch
tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love b*tch
Never thought you'd be on that loser s**t
You on some movie s**t
Get out the club b*tch
tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love b*tch
Never thought you'd be on that loser s**t
You on some movie s**t
Get out the club b*tch
(50 Cent talking over beat)
2000 s**t motherfker you know how this s**t goin down
This is my s**t, from now on this is my s**t
nigg* can't eat, nigg* can't sleep, nigg* can't do s**t
Unless I say he can nigg*
nigg* come 15 , 10 knives I'll leave wit 4 stiches
nigg* thats not assault, thats a insult
You and every motherfka that roll wit you
You b*tch as* nigg* I'ma see you
nigg* is sweet like candy
I can get cha now or later
You fked up, shoulda murdered me playa
nigg* is sweet like candy
I don't care how much you pray
nigg* I don't care how much you paid
And you sweet like candy
