2x This aint serious Being broke can make you delirious So we rob and steal so our ones can be bigger 50 Cent how it feel to rob and industry nigga? [50 Cents
Y.A.Y.O., My whole clique got dough, my Os on the fly hole, C4s, we fly on linz, And my rocks lookin like, flashlights yo' benz, [chorus - 50 Cent]
I'ma find yo' ass Put the gat to your head and remind your ass I ain't playin with you, I want my money motherfucker Chorus (50 Cent) Yo, some nigga
know you wakin up... [50 cent:] When I say I'll lay a nigga down I put that on my momma Niggas gonna see it's real when we get in the dramma I ain't
up now What the fuck y'all gonna do now? [50 Cent] + (P. Diddy) Yo, yo, we can't stay alive forever (yeah) So if shit hit the fan then we might as well
(feat. 50 Cent) [Intro:] [50Cent:] I hear alot of talkin' {DAMN! } niggas must be mad at Bank$! [Bank$:] Ah you bitch ass niggas! Y'all niggas love talkin
(50 cent) She want it I can tell she want it want me to push up on it for she know when I'm all on it we get the party going liquor flowing this is fire
how we get down (50 Cent) In the city, a young buck'll tell you how the mac spit O.G. give 'em the word, you gonna get yo' ass hit I don't know why niggaz
got paper I'm rollin in the dough, I'm caked up I got swag now, I got paper I'm swimmin in the dough, I'm caked up [50 Cent] I was a real bum, now I'
long son? [Lloyd Banks] 50, calm down, here he come [9 Shots] [Banks and 50] Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!? [50 Cent] Ahh! son, pull up! pull up! [50 Cent
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What! [Chorus] Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock Cause then we gonna run
high, well we gonna get high then This shit right here is drugs, ya'll for sell baby 50 Cent uh, take it how you wanna take it nigga [Verse 1] Yo aiyyo