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[Intro]
Hahaha
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha
[50 Cent]
Aww nigga donīt trip
Iīll kill ya if you fuck with my grip
I wonīt hesitate to let off a clip
Aww nigga donīt trip
You gonī make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What up, youīre whipped
Aww nigga donīt trip
You gonī get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip tryna fuck with my clique
Aww nigga donīt trip
Case you didnīt know who this is
Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga donīt trip
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I come through your hood, stuntinī in my yellow lam
?? loud gold top down, nigga damn
Iīm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisinī, bumpinī Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
Thinkinī the east ainīt enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King King in the street now
I do a lil house shoppinī, and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But babyīll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
niggas be wearinī fake signs, Iīm rockinī a lil charm
Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so Iīm in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna
[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Where Iīm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I donīt need niggas for support, I donīt walk with a crutch
niggas know my stage, they donīt fuck with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, Iīll feed you my gun
This is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
I ainīt playinī, Iīm up early with the birds word
Puttinī that work in, parrelliīs on the Porsche chirpinī
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goinī to see my ***eler, so I can blow a stack
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so Iīm in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna
Translate to:
[Intro]
Hahaha
I told niggas not to shoot dice with me
Look at this stack
I got money
I got money
Hahaha
[50 Cent]
Aww nigga donīt trip
Iīll kill ya if you fuck with my grip
I wonīt hesitate to let off a clip
Aww nigga donīt trip
You gonī make me get on some shit
Run up on you quick
What up, youīre whipped
Aww nigga donīt trip
You gonī get ya monkey ass hit
Run in ya whip tryna fuck with my clique
Aww nigga donīt trip
Case you didnīt know who this is
Its 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Aww nigga donīt trip
[Verse 1- 50 Cent]
I come through your hood, stuntinī in my yellow lam
?? loud gold top down, nigga damn
Iīm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisinī, bumpinī Bugz shit, ruger in my hand
Thinkinī the east ainīt enough, its time to expand
I plan to head out west and plant my feet down
A nigga big as King King in the street now
I do a lil house shoppinī, and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dick
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But babyīll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shit
niggas be wearinī fake signs, Iīm rockinī a lil charm
Thirty karrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weight in the bomb
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so Iīm in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna
[Verse 2- 50 Cent]
Where Iīm from, you learn to blend in, or get touched
I donīt need niggas for support, I donīt walk with a crutch
niggas know my stage, they donīt fuck with me son
You got an appetite for hollow-tips, Iīll feed you my gun
This is that ferrari F-50 shit, its real layed back
Type shit you recline to in the Maybach
I got two suiters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same shit for ten bodies, you get for one cuz
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a nigga still really tryna move cane
Make a lil extra money on the side mayn
I ainīt playinī, Iīm up early with the birds word
Puttinī that work in, parrelliīs on the Porsche chirpinī
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goinī to see my ***eler, so I can blow a stack
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
nigga you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that heart, that powder
My niggas we gee packs, devour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so Iīm in the position of power
You fuck around if you wanna