(Intro) Hahaha I told niggas not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack I got money I got money Hahaha
[50 Cent] Aww nigga don't trip I'll kill ya if you fuck with my grip I won't hesitate to let off a clip Aww nigga don't trip You gon' make me get on some shit Run up on you quick Wet up your whip Aww nigga don't trip You gon' get ya monkey ass hit Run in ya lip tryna fuck with my clique Aww nigga don't trip In case you didn't know who this is Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit Aww nigga don't trip
[Verse 1- 50 Cent] I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow lam Murcielago, top down, nigga damn I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam Cruisin', bumpin' Buck's shit, 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 nigga big as King Kong in the street now I do a lil house shoppin', and buy me a crib Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on some dick My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick But Baby'll suck the chrome off a Chevy and shit niggas 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] Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder My niggas move gee packs, every hour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power You fuck around if you wanna
[Verse 2- 50 Cent] Where I'm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched I don't need niggas for support, I don't walk with a crutch niggas know my stage, they don't fuck with me son You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll feed you my gun This is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed back Type shit you recline to in the Maybach I got two shooters now, on the run from the fuzz You get the same shit 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 nigga 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] Nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder My niggas move gee packs, every hour on the hour They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power You fuck around if you wannaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
