(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
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[50 Cent]
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Unh, yeah..I like the way this feel right here
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yo...turn me up in the head phones just a lil' bit
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yeah..
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[50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)]
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There ain't shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love
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(Except loyalty and love, between thugs)
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For you, I pull up in the whip and spray the whole strip
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(For you, I walk up close and lay a nigga's kin)
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For you, there ain't a damn thing that I won't do
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I'm a Thug, this my way I show, my love for you
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(Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash)
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For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass
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(For you, if we get knocked, I'ma have to take the weight
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'Cause with a record like yours dogg, you ain't stayin' upstate)
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Nigga for you, I kill a whole God damn crew (Why?)
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'Cause I know you'd do the same thing too...haha
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I ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies
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How could you not love a Thug like me?
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[Chorus]
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Would you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask)
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Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
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Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me)
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Nigga, you ride for me? (you ain't even got to ask)
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Would you die for me? (nigga, they blast you, they blast me)
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Would you cry for me? (shit, when I die I don't cry for me, just keep reppin' Southside for me)
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[50 Cent + (Lloyd Banks)]
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(Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack
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I'm the clip, you the gat
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I'm the glock, you the mac
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I'm the artist, you the trap
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I'm a pen, you the pad
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I'm the Dutch, you the bag
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I'm the knife, you the stab
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I'm the driver, you the Jag)
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I'm the ice, you the bezel
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I'm grimy, you ghetto
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I'm the bow, you the arrow
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I'm the shell, you the barrel
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I'm a pimp, you a player
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I'm dope, you the hustler
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I'm a nine, quiet me down, you the muffler
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[Chorus]
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[Tony Yayo]
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You can catch me in public housing, wit' bundles of D
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Or in the Santa Monica mountains, bundled up to ski
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Since, time is money, I rhyme on the clock
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And walk through the strip with a nine in the ox
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You seen the ice, you know it's top notch
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And when it comes to dice, I'm seeing' shorty to the shot box
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Banks stop, guns pop through your tank top
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And leave you wet up like a sonar range drop
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When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow
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When you grind, it's Showtime at the Apollo
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Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen
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Well my flow's like a ho that's sixteen
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I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas
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They mad 'cause they see me in Cancun bitches
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But I'm ghetto, straight from the 'hood my nigga
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If there's no toothbrush I'ma use my finger
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I got so many minks, and so many leathers
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The crib is surrounded by animal protesters
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I'm a grown man, still livin' like I'm young
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With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom
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Here the cops come, task force van
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Rock so much ice, I'm called Jack Frost man
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And while we sippin' on cris', you sippin' backwash man
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Your team got heart, but your heart's in my hand
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You want sixteen bars, in song format
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Or sixteen cars on your mom's doormat...wha
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True Loyalty
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50 Cent |