[Intro]
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You niggas is soldiers man
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Fuckin' toy soldiers
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Yeah get in line cadet
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Aten Hut!
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Yayo you punk ass bitch.
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I know you cant wait to get off house arrest nigga.
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So you can run the fuck outta New York, you faggot
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[Chorus]
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Niggas tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
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Why you tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
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Can't play the game with only 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
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So why you tryna play the game with only 50 Cent
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Come back when you got a couple dollars holla.
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[Verse 1]
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You gonna need more than 50 Cent to play this game
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Nigga hating on me cause I'm doin my own thang
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I aint Lloyd Banks, bitch. I dont share your brain
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I was in the fast lane before the G-Unit chain
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You was hatin on Ja cause him and Irv went pop now your ass run around singing the Candy Shop
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After 'Westside Story' I took your fans
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I sing it for myself that bitch Olivia's a man.
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I got word from the wise nigga you dead wrong
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stole the real 50's name and wouldn't pay for his headstone
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Nigga got mad when 'How We Do' start climbin, acting like a bitch cause he Got Rich and Stop Tryin'
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Got niggas locked up you a snitch in Queens
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Told them Touch shot Pac then ratted out Supreme
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But on the rizeal im talkin about you and me
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Toe to toe 5-0 C-E-N-T, faggot
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Banks is a bitch, 50 is a bitch, Yayo is a bitch, Buck is a bitch, Olivia's a bitch... no Olivia's a man, haha. God damn
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[Verse 2]
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You reported more names than the evening news
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I guess now Reebok making cement shoes
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Yayo the only real mutha fucka from the street
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You swinging on me like you want 5 heartbeats
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Ok. One. Two. Three. Four, flat line
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If you say you wrote my shit one more time
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You ain't a hood nigga, you Got Rich and Stop Tryin
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Jimmy scared Chris Lighty and he start lying
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Lil' snitch what you know about movin' in silence?
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Even NYPD can't deny it
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The life of your story is fuckin' Vivica
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But your baby mama left you cause you couldn't get it up, bitch
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Yayo went to jail, Banks sold a mil, then Buck sold a mil, then 50 gave a deal to a bitch named Olivia whose titties aint real.
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Now they all hiding behind the police shield
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[Chorus]
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[Outro]
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G-G-G-G-you niggas aint shit, bitch ass niggas
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I told you this shit was real, nigga
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This is Fat Rat nigga, mutha fucka
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All you get up on there is sing a few hooks
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Nigga you wanna claim a niggas fame, nigga
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You was our Ashanti, you bitch ass nigga
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What the fuck is you talkin about you wrote something nigga
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The Real is the real, nigga
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Black Wallstreet, nigga
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The Black Wallstreet, nigga
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Gonna tell your bitch ass nigga
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I aint gunna get up on this mic and play them games, nigga
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I told my nigga lemme get that last 16, nigga
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Im Rapping right now, nigga
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But im spitting it real nigga
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You know who im talkin to nigga
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50, nigga
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Bitch ass nigga
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Black Wallstreet, nigga
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Brasil and Wimelton
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What block you on, nigga?
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We'll be there!
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What block you on?
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Scary ass nigga
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Fuck this shit man
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Niggas woke me up with that bullshit, nigga.
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Play The Game
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The Game |