[Intro]HahahaI told niggas not to shoot dice with meLook at this stackI got moneyI got moneyHahaha[50 Cent]Aww nigga don t tripI ll kill ya if you fuck with my gripI won t hesitate to let off a clipAww nigga don t tripYou gon make me get on some shitRun up on you quickWhat upyou re whippedAww nigga don t tripYou gon get ya monkey ass hitRun in ya whip tryna fuck with my cliqueAww nigga don t tripCase you didn t know who this isIts 50 Cent bitchG-UnitAww nigga don t trip[Verse 1- 50 Cent]I come through your hoodstuntin in my yellow lam?? loud gold top downnigga damnI m the biggest crook from New York since son of SamCruisin bumpin Bugz shitruger in my handThinkin the east ain t enoughits time to expandI plan to head out west and plant my feet downA nigga big as King King in the street nowI do a lil house shoppin and buy me a cribIts palm trees and pretty bitches out in Cali kidI touched the Hollywood papergo and shoot me some flicksHave some supermodel bitches come and suck on my dickMy mom turn in her grave if I married a white chickBut baby ll suck the chrome off the Chevy and shitniggas be wearin fake signsI m rockin a lil charmThirty karrots on the pinkykiss the ring on the DonCrack open that Cali budstuff the weight in the bomb[Chorus- 50 Cent]nigga you hustlebut me I hustle harderI got what you needthem treesthat heartthat powderMy niggas we gee packsdevour on the hourThey shoot when I say shootso I m in the position of powerYou fuck around if you wanna[Verse 2- 50 Cent]Where I m fromyou learn to blend inor get touchedI don t need niggas for supportI don t walk with a crutchniggas know my stagethey don t fuck with me sonYou got an appetite for hollow-tipsI ll feed you my gunThis is that ferrari F-50 shitits real layed backType shit you recline to in the MaybachI got two suiters nowon the run from the fuzzYou get the same shit for ten bodiesyou get for one cuzI live life in the fast lane100 miles an hourchrome and some wood grainYou know a nigga still really tryna move caneMake a lil extra money on the side maynI ain t playin I m up early with the birds wordPuttin that work inparrelli s on the Porsche chirpin I got a hundred mill from musica hundred grand from crackGoin to see my elerso I can blow a stack[Chorus- 50 Cent]nigga you hustlebut me I hustle harderI got what you needthem treesthat heartthat powderMy niggas we gee packsdevour on the hourThey shoot when I say shootso I m in the position of powerYou fuck around if you wanna

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