f/ Lloyd Banks
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(*Starts off with the beat of Tweet's "Call Me,"
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then changes over to Bubba Sparxxx & Jadakiss' "They Ain't Ready")
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[Intro - 50 Cent talking]
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Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
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[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland]
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Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be ready
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I don't know
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If I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done bumped already
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Now here we go
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(*harmonizing over the beat - doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
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(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Pee Wee Herman)
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(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
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(Niggaz look down to Pee Wee Herman)
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[50 Cent - Verse 1]
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50, lefty, no gun in my right palm
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Bronx niggaz love me, like they think our mics on (WOO)
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These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah)
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Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off
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You know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh)
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Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spots
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We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds
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Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and glocks in palm (uh huh)
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Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the Don
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I conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song (god damn)
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I won't hesitate to put a knife or a slug in you
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And watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in you
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You don't want to bump heads with me, and get hit up
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You, you ain't got what it takes to fuckin' get up
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Holla niggaz names on records, that shit is played out
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But holla mine in your next line, and get layed out
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[50 Cent - Chorus 2]
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My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavy
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I don't know
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If I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did that already
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Now here we go
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[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2]
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(Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck if your favorite rapper dies, to me thats my
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spot
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I'll celebrate his burial and eat at IHOP (yeah)
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I've been hungry since a little nigga weed in my high top (Woo)
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Face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop (uh huh)
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I had the black Delta Force, blue in the front
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Back when Jordan was flyin', and Ewing could dunk
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Of course, you can fuck now, you was buyin' the shrimp then
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Me on the other hand, Don Bishop and Pimp King
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(*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud until G-Unit is yelled)
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I'm runnin' from a digital Munster
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I do this for the hood and every kid in a dumpster
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My name is poppin', and I ain't been at it long
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My neck's 16, and made Flex drop a Benz latin bomb (G-UNIT!)
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I'm the best thing to happen to hip hop
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Since (uh huh) "Life After Death" and that Tupac shit drop
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I'm even good to a white boy with a slick top
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Stuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist pop
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Who? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick tock
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I'm cleanin' out my 6 shot, watchin' the Knicks flop
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Damn near the whole damn passenger green
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Thats how my bedroom, look like the World Trade after the scene (smoking)
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Breaking news, hijack, bus passenger scream (yeah)
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I'm your worst nightmare, I crush half of your team
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To me your line up is pussy, three wet Pampers
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The uzi will have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude)
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(*50 Cent - harmonizing "doo,doo,doo"*]
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*beat stops
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[Lloyd Banks]
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What the fuck happen to the rest of the beat man?
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50/Banks
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| 50 Cent |
