nigga this my hood Well if your leavin then leave On your way out leave me my keys Well if your leavin then leave If your leavin then leave Well if your leavin then leave Get to walkin and leave
he stunts in the drop I'm marking my music like diesel on the block So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not Weed smokers love me
the club and get it crunked Or you could start some shit, and I could hit you with the pump, you can have it how you want But I know you like my style
me - I'm still mad I got the cream to make a murder scene If y'all niggaz ain't shootin y'all can't fuck with me, come fuck with me [Chorus] [50 Cent
No, you no, you, her yeah, You go, The reason you didn't get picked Because you got your nose up your ass, You smelling your sh-t, but tonight you met
Chorus] [50 Cent] The way you move (the way you move) You make me lose (you make me lose) All control (all control) I know you know (I know you know) You
(feat. Olivia) [50 Cent (Olivia) Intro] Yeah.. 50.. Olivia.. We Both Think Alike.. (We Both Think Alike) [50 Cent (Olivia) Chorus] Now shorty we can
the fuck are you retarded You touch Shady I'll leave you dearly departed They say Batman [Verse 1- 50 Cent] Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and
Dayton spokes And when I open that do' Bitch get in my car [Outro] Hahaha Quit playin' bitch get it You know you wanna ride with a nigga 50 Cent G-G-
if you want to (uh huh), but niggaz who murk you Come to your tombstone and piss in your grave.. You a rider right, that ride tonight Nigga you gon' ride or you
bond and its not to be broken [Hook x2- 50 cent] We got a love thing, girl you try to leave me But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me
love for you (Nigga for you, I get the coke, I'ma turn it into cash) For you, if we go broke, we gon' rob a nigga ass (For you, if we get knocked, I'ma
started Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at Thought you was fucked, cause you was lettin' paper stack You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you
, you know you my favorite white boy, right? I, I owe you for this one [Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waiting for a track to explode on (Yeah!) You
long son? [Lloyd Banks] 50, calm down, here he come [9 Shots] [Banks and 50] Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!? [50 Cent] Ahh! son, pull up! pull up! [50 Cent
you how to greet me, when you meet me, when you see me If you real my nigga, you know how to holla "G-Unit!" There's no competition, it's just me, 50
skatin' wit another nigga's money YOU LYIN YA ASS off, you know you ain't that tough I'm PULLIN' your MASK off as soon as you act up You know what I came
