[Intro: 50 Cent]
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Yea
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I ain¡¯t even gotta tell them who it is, I be like wussup its the Kid, they know its me man. Fuckin kiddin me I run New York.
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2
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Yall niggas know me, cuz I do my thang man
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You look you gonn' see, G-Unit¡¯s my gang man
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You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang
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Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
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[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
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They say ima trouble maker, ima waste of shit right
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Keep my strap on me niggas front ima get right
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I dont care if its broad day, or its night
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Im out on bail money and my lawer fees i be alright
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I aint no pussy I aint no punk niggas know bout me
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And know my flows, know the clothes, and know the hoes I see
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I move around its hard as hell tryin to be low key
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Cuz every gangsta in the hood fuckin listen to me
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And if I say im in my Bentley you could picture me rollen
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But if I said that shit last year you could picture it stolen
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My dirty ass clean now, Im fresh out the hood
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If you mad cuz i aint hookin your ass up den good
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Niggas aint neva did a thing for me, now they wanna hang with me
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Next thing you know they got they hands out, wantin from me
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I dont play no games homie, I keep that thang on me
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I lay a bitch nigga down
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2
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Yall niggas know me, cuz I do my thang man
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You look you gonn' see, G-Unit¡¯s my gang man
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You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang
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Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
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[Bridge: 50 Cent]
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This is Benzes, BM¡¯s and Bentley¡¯s, back to back, when we come through
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Palmer¡¯s, Rangers, Denali¡¯s, Escalades you know how we do, G-UNIT!
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[Verse 2: Young Buck]
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You fuckin right a nigga still in the hood call me
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they say that the feds want me
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but they gotta come and get me, we aim for the head homie
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pistol grip pumps with the rubber grips pop till it stop
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then slide in another clip burnin down the block
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you dont know who you fuckin with until you get shot
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see buck is on some other shit
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I keep a desert eagle in my reagle just for a bitch
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2
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Yall niggas know me, cuz I do my thang man
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You look you gonn' see, G-Unit¡¯s my gang man
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You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang
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Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
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[Verse 3: Spider Loc]
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Now tell these niggas to make room, clear the path
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Whoever stand in my way they doomed, I might do a year and a half
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For stabbin a bitch, when I'd rather be in my lab stabbin a bitch
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Licken her out then im kickin her out
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I gots the best work on the block, this is just a sample im givin out
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Once they get a taste they gon be waitin out
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Forget about these other new rappers they can move past us
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Get down and dirty like used ratches, and my crew flashes
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You gon be fucked up, tough luck you bustas better hush up
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848 thugs what, 50 told me the games ova homie its rays time
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You ready here it come, when I appear they run
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And you dont hear from the niggas till the coast is clear
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The east coast is where I rest
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But I be out west, getting love from them sets, them Mexicans and Samoans
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So I dont need to check your resume, doggy im knowin
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]x2
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Yall niggas know me, cuz I do my thang man
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You look you gonn' see, G-Unit¡¯s my gang man
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You front on me, Ill pull out the thang thang
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Pop at you bang bang, blow out ya brains man
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[Verse 4: Tony Yayo]
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Beam on the mac, will put wings on ya back
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How ya ass gonn' walk when ya leg detached
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Yo the game changed, lil niggas run the streets yo
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The black panther nigga down like dee-bo
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My curfew at 9, im low for my P.O
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We pop up at 12 just to search the condo
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G-unit is the gang man, niggas go hard
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So my hearts gone colder than Atticans yard
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[Verse 5: Lloyd Banks]
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I only been in the game for a year it aint changed
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but im hot, inside ya brains in the rear of the range
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I be valid till im guilty, yea they call me slitherin
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Them cowards should of killed me, im powerful and filthy
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So niggas say sorry, before I let them Goons loose
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And send ya ass home wit the rims like prune juice
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Im New York¡¯s prince, Bent like tints
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Signed wit 50, i been in da |