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(Intro)
Hahaha
I told not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha
50 Cent
Aww nigg* don't trip
I'll kill ya if you fk with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aww nigg* don't trip
You gon' make me get on some s**t
Run up on you quick
Wet up your whip
Aww nigg* don't trip
You gon' get ya monkey as* hit
Run in ya lip tryna fk with my clique
Aww nigg* don't trip
In case you didn't know who this is
Its 50 Cent b*tch, G-Unit
Aww nigg* don't trip
Verse 1- 50 Cent
I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam
Murcielago, top down, nigg* d*mn
I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin', bumpin' Buck's s**t, Ruger in my hand
Thinkin' the east ain't enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A nigg* big as King Kong in the street now
I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty girls out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel girls come and suck on some d*ck
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But Baby'll suck the chrome off a Chevy and s**t
be wearin' fake shines, I'm rockin' a lil charm
thirty carrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weed in the bong
Chorus- 50 Cent
nigg* you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My move gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You fk around if you wanna
Verse 2- 50 Cent
Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I don't need for support, I don't walk with a crutch
know my stage, they don't fk with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun
This is that ferrari F-50 s**t, its real layed back
Type s**t you recline to in the Maybach
I got two shooters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same s**t 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 nigg* still really tryna move caine
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word
Puttin' that work in, pirelli's on the Porsche chirpin' I make a move, I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my jewlers, so I can blow a stack
Chorus- 50 Cent
nigg* you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder
My move gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You fk around if you wanna
