INTRO 50 cent Uh, Yea, I Like the way this feel right here. Yo, turn me up in the headphones a little bit. Yea. 50 Cent and (Lloyd Banks): Yo aint shit in this world deeper than loyalty and love, (Except loyalty and love between thugs.) For you I pull up in the whip, and spary the whole strip (For you Ill walk up close, and lay a nigga kin.) For you there aint a damn thing I wont do. Im a thug, this the way i show my love for you. (Nigga, For you, get the coke, Ima turn it into cash) For you, if we go broke we gon rob a nigga ass. (For you, if we get knocked Ima have to take the weight, cause with a record like yours dog you aint stay upstate.) Nigga, For you, Ill kill a whole god damn crew. Why? Cause I knew youd do the same thing too. HaHa I ride, you ride for me, my enemies your enemies, How could you not love a thug like me? CHORUS: 50 cent and (Lloyd Banks) Would you ride for me? (You aint even got to ask.) Would you die for me? (Nigga, they blast you they blast me.) Would you cry for me? (Shit, when I die dont cry for me. Just kep reppin southside for me.) Nigga, Would you ride for me? (You aint even got to ask) Would you die for me? (Nigga, they blast you they blast me.} Would you cry for me? (Shit, when I die dont cry for me. Just keep reppin southside for me.) 50 Cent and (Lloyd Banks): (Nigga, Im the stem, you the crack,) (Im the clip, you the gat,) (Im the glock, you the mac,) (Im the artist, you the track,) (Im the pen, you the pad,) (Im the dutch, you the bag,) (Im the knife, you the stab,) (Im the driver, you the jag,) Im the ice, you the bezel Im grimey, you ghetto Im the bow, You the arrow, Im the shell, you the barrel, Im the pimp, you a playa, Im dope, you the hustler, Im the 9, quiet me down, you the muffler CHORUS Tony Yayo: You could catch me in public housing, with bundles of D, Or in the Santa Monica mountains bundles up to ski, Since time is money, I rhyme on the clock, And walk through the strip with a 9 in the ox, You see the ice, you know its top notch, And when it come to dice, Im seeing shorty to the shot box, Banks stop, guns pop, through your tanktop And leave you wet up like a solar range drop When I grind, I wear the same thing tomorrow When you grind, its Showtime at the Apollo Damn near every rapper gotta hide sixteen Well my flows like a ho thats sixteen I ran through niggas, dismantled niggas They mad cause they see me in Cancun bitches But Im ghetto, straight from the hood my nigga If theres no toothbrush Ima use my finger I got so many minks, and so many leathers The crib is surrounded by animal protesters Im a grown man, still livin like Im young With the mind of an old man, full of wisdom Here the cops come, task force van Rock so much ice, Im called Jack Frost man And while we sippin on cris, you sippin backwash man Your team got heart, but your hearts in my hand You want sixteen bars, in song format Or sixteen cars on your moms doormat.. what
Artist: G-Unit
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