[Intro: 50 Cent] They don't do it like we do They don't do it like we do We keep it gangsta They don't do it like we do 'Cause they don't live like we do We keep it gangsta Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day Niggas is scared to death of me, they know I don't play Di-di di-da, di di-di, dida di-day Niggas don't want it, I bring it to 'em anyway
[Verse 1: 50 Cent] I'm gettin' paper, things are changin', bitches love 50 They in da club wit' me, poppin' the bub wit' me You should see I'm in the tele, in the tub wit' me Rubbin' all on my back like they in love wit' me I'm a grimey ass nigga, I'm far from a don Still a million niggas come at me, kick it like Farrakhan I'm in your club wearin' whatever, I ain't tryna be cute Deuce-deuce in my booth, fuck you lookin' at dude? We the reason that the D's is searchin' for bundles The reason that they make you take your shoes off at the tunnel Party wit' us and get ya link popped, I got ya bank stopped Diesel like a nigga home on furlow in a tank top You know how we roll, back to back, expose, sippin' V.S.O I D.W.I., I'm a real wise guy
[Interlude: 50 Cent] They don't do it like we do 'Cause they don't live like we do We keep it gangsta
[Chorus: 50 Cent & N.O.R.E.] They don't thug niggas out like we do They don't stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what They don't thug niggas out like we do They don't stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what
[Verse 2: 50 Cent] Some wanna check me, some respect me Some sit around tables plottin' to wet me When y'all niggas come y'all better come correctly Do you understand me? Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do, gangsta shit I'm laughin' straight to the muthafuckin' bank wit' this, haha Inside we got razors, outside we got MACs That's why we act like we don't know how to act Who wanna got chopped? who wanna get shot? Who wanna get these Cristal bottles smashed all across they knot? Dupe, I run wit' grimey niggas that's down to tear the club up You run wit' dirty niggas that wash and tear the tub up My niggas get knocked wit'out Glocks, there go the shop They get sticked six months, then come right back to the block I told Tony, we approaching the game strongly I don't give a fuck if I'm rubbin' these niggas the wrong way, what-what
[Chorus: 50 Cent & N.O.R.E.] They don't thug niggas out like we do They don't stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what They don't thug niggas out like we do They don't stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what
[Verse 3: 50 Cent] Yo, yo in the local club niggas stay gettin' hit All they do is clean up the blood, change the name and reopen the shit I watch niggas sip cups and cherish Hennessy as they hard They get drunk, then they wanna thump That's why I get a kick outta makin' em sick Ice on the wrist, big as the shit Titanic hit Now shorties in my hood sayin' they like my style Hoes in Hollywood sayin' I'm too wild I'm gettin' plenty paper, my head is still nappy I'm still plottin' to pop police like Pappy Mason, niggas clearly don't understand what they facin' Let them get outta line then I have to lace them They runnin' for they life then I have to chase them And let shot off in bump-a-clot head Style's awesome, ain't it? The flow's flawless, flip like a cordless jack Applaud this black, this ain't ya average rap
[Chorus: 50 Cent & N.O.R.E.] They don't thug niggas out like we do They don't stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what They don't thug niggas out like we do They don't stay iced out like we do Who keep the bar priced out like we do? We thug 'em out, what-what, bloody his mouth, what-what
[Interlude: 50 Cent] Gangsta shit, 2000 shit Yo, ayo first they didn't like me, now they let me hit it up Shawty is a pro son, she know how to get it up You ain't got keep it on the low son, her head game is crazy
[Outro: 50 Cent] Erick Sermon, 2000 shit Def Squad nigga, 50 Cent nigga What-what niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
