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