[Intro]
Ha ha ha! I told n****z not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack, I got money, I got money!!
Ha ha ha..
[Intro: 50 Cent]
Ahh n**** don't trip, I'll kill you if you f**k with my grip
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Ahh n**** don't trip, you gon' make me get on some s**t
Run up on you quick, wet up your whip
Ahh n**** don't trip, you gon' get your monkey-ass hit
Runnin your lip, tryin to f**k with my clique
Ahh n**** don't trip, in case you didn't know who this is
It's 50 Cent b****, G-Unit
Ahh n**** don't trip
[50 Cent]
I come through your hood, stuntin in my yellow Lamb'
Murciélago, top down, n**** damn
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, it's time to expand
I plan to head out West and plant my feet down
A n**** big as King-Kong in the street now
I do a little house shoppin, and buy me a crib
It's palm trees and pretty b****es out in Cali kid
I touch the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel b****es come and suck on some d***
Mama'll turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby'll suck the chrome off a Chevy an' s**t
N****z be wearin fake shines, I'm rockin a lil' charm
30 carats on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weed in the palm
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
And if you hustle, for me I'll hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees that hard that powder
My n****z move G-packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in a position of power
You f**k around if you wanna
[50 Cent]
Where I'm from you learn to blend in or get touched
I don't need n****z for support, I don't walk with a crutch
N****z know my steez, they don't f**k with me son
You got a appetite for hollow-tips, I feed you my gun
This is Ferrari F-50 s**t, it's real laid back
Type s**t you recline to in the Maybachs
I got two shooters now on the run from the fuzz
You get the same s**t for 10 bodies you get from one cuz
I live life in the fast lane; hundred miles an hour
Chrome and some woodgrain
You know a n**** still really tryin to move 'caine
Make a little extra money on the side mayne, I ain't playin
I'm up early with the bird's word, puttin that work in
Pirellis on the porch chirpin, I'm makin moves
I got a hundred mill' from music, a hundred grand from crack
I'm goin to see my jeweler so I can blow a stack
[Chorus] |
|
