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50 CENT:

G G G G G-Unit. 50 Cent nigga Tony Yayo (yeah)

(Drop That Shit)

Yeah and it don�t stop,
I do a 187 on yo� motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don�t quit,
It�s G-Unit in yo� motherfuckin� ass bitch

Yeah and it don�t stop,
I do a 187 on yo� motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don�t quit,
It�s G-Unit in yo� motherfuckin� ass bitch

TONY YAYO:

They say good things will happen to those who wait
Shorty stuck in the game still slingin� weight
None of that�s yo� life that ten in the brown
For XL six or seven fo� pound

Suede seats is hot but Italian leather is better
And with camera�s in the mirror nigga cars costs cheddar
I�m on first class flights with flying cooks
Cuz my verse sound nice when they flyin� hooks

Now im blowin� weed-o in Beverly Hills
Some bad free hoes in the Montreal
Next year it�s the new Hummer
Stash box with the llama drive through in the blue data bomba

Heaven or Hell will prevail when I�m a goner
Cuz I Eat up tracks Like Hannibal and Dahma
I�m the first one out, and last one on the corner
This life is a hustle any day you be a goner

P89 Ruger with the silence off
Little clipper sellin� spitballs goin� through straws
We got plenty of rap sheets but not on sale
We even got dillingers that hold shotgun shells

These rappers is talkin� �bout bricks in they rhymes
You never did shit but some Mickey Mouse crimes
I don�t respect it my work is never watered down
So on the first I get more checks than Nike town

Swingin� 31 Money�s I been on the block
Since nigga�s did the snake runnin� man in the walk
When I was 15 I didn�t want no workin papers
I worked the strip all night, servin� niggers

Listen nigga, We live like Italians in jail
I got CO�s bringin� cell phones to my cell
Get rich in the game, niggas out to get you
Fill you ass up with led turn yo� ass to a pencil

I jumped out with the Ruger rapid fire
I had you on the run like Omar on the wire
I�m the only rapper you know that stay on the run
I�m the only rapper you know that stay with a gun

I�m a hustla� OG�s love to hate
Cuz I got old school money put away in a safe
You can catch me in the hood where that dope and coke at
Or you can catch me in cali in the Hollywood throwback

I�m a bail jumper, you know them fish scale pumper
Fuck judge wong he gon� catch me on the corner
Nigga make poor attacks, homie ya owe me
You wanna rap we can battle for yo� see through rollie

I begin in a mansion stripin� the models
The bathroom�s so far you gotta piss in a bottle
There�s too many Indians and not enough chiefs
Why you buy all the gun�s if you ain�t got enough beef

The shit I spit will cause an all out riot
In my new 4 fifth will cause a hollow tip die
Im the type to tie up your lady, gun butt your baby
Im like the mob nigga fuck you pay me

Im�a hide my assets, and disappear
Make a quick 20 mil and vanish in thin air
I�ve finished my work now its time to cop
And meet that Chinese lady at the baggage spot

I Need 12 12�s
And 58 58�s
Cuz I got 8 sales
And they all gon� wait motherfucka
50 CENT:

Yeah and it don�t stop,
I do a 187 on yo� motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don�t quit,
It�s G-Unit in yo� motherfuckin� ass bitch

Yeah and it don�t stop,
I do a 187 on yo� motherfuckin block
Yeah and it don�t quit,
It�s G-Unit in yo� motherfuckin� ass bitch