[50 Cent]
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I, know, you, know
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I'm, on, fiiiii-re
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[Chorus: 50 Cent]
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If, you don't know, who I be
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You betta ask somebooooody about me
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Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
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I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
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If, you don't know, who I be
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You betta ask somebooooody about me
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And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
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And I done told ya, over and over boy
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[Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
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I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
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Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
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Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a buck
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Cause when you broke you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up
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I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
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Learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones
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And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on
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My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone
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From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight
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Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight
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Some niggaz hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down
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Front niggaz didn't know me then, bet they know me now
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Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown
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Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down
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While I'm in the world, tryin to bring my loot through
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Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two: Young Buck]
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Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
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My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
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Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me
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Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!)
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G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
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Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats
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Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
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This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this
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Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler
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Plus I probably done robbed mo' artists than Russell
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Always in trouble, you can blame my mother
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Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle
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I ain't crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds
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Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb
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Keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets
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I'm a country boi, you can hear it when I speak
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G-Unit!
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: 50 Cent]
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Bentley is all dreams, G-5 agendas
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Tha hood'll make a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!)
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Don't take much to make my gun go off
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One shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!)
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If you don't know you betta ask who I be
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Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
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Down in the Lou', they say they feelin me derrty
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In New Orleans they say I'm that nigga, ya heard me?
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From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don't front
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You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up
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Rollin that weed up
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Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
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Hit with a bat or beat up
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Fuck that, we're on that same bullshit
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Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
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Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
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I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me
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[Chorus]
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Betta Ask Somebody
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G-Unit |