[50 Cent] I, know, you, know Im, on, fiiiii-re [Chorus: 50 Cent] If, you dont know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga If, you dont know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me And theyll tell ya Im a soldier boy And I done told ya, over and over boy [Verse One: Lloyd Banks] I come from a big city, the streets corrupt Now Im rollin with snub-noses to heat you up Out here niggazll do anything to reach a buck Cause when you broke you cant afford to fuck ya sneakers up I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds Learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone From now on I can provide cause my papers straight Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight Some niggaz hate but Ill be damned if they hold me down Front niggaz didnt know me then, bet they know me now Blunt and a smile, eventually itll be a frown Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down While Im in the world, tryin to bring my loot through Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga [Chorus] [Verse Two: Young Buck] Uhh, they never seen 26s on a Hummer My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me Go and put mo ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!) G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy Next time, we only usin Dr. Dres beats Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks This aint no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler Plus I probably done robbed mo artists than Russell Always in trouble, you can blame my mother Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle I aint crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb Keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets Im a country boi, you can hear it when I speak G-Unit! [Chorus] [Verse Three: 50 Cent] Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood I made a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!) Dont take much to make my gun go off One shotll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!) If you dont know you betta ask who I be Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV Down in the Lou, they say they feelin me derrty In New Orleans they say Im that nigga, ya heard me? From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside dont front You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, Gd up Rollin that weed up Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked Hit with a bat or beat up Fuck that, were on that same bullshit Same forty-cally glock, same full clip Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me Im a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me [Chorus]
Artist: G-Unit
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