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G-Unit (What) We in here (What) We can get the drama popping We don't care (What, what, what) It's going down (What) 'Cause I'm around (What) 50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down) [Chorus: repeat 2X] What up, Blood? (What) What up, Cuz? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? [Verse 1] They say I walk around like got an "S" on my chest Naw, that's a semi-auto, and a vest on my chest I try not to say nothing, the DA might want to play in court But I'll hunt or duck a nigga down like it's sport Front on me, I'll cut ya, gun-butt ya or bump ya You getting money? I can't none with ya then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for D.W.I. I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise Gangstas, they bump my shit then they know me I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies Hundred G's I stash it (what), the mack I blast it (yeah) D's come we dump the diesel and battery acid This flow's been mastered, the ice I flash it Chokes me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard I'm on the next level, Breitling Baguette Bezzle Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle, Blood (what) [Chorus (1st time w/o first "What up, Blood?") (2x)] [Bridge] We don't play that We don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit) We don't play around [Verse 2] I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger? When the 5th kick, duck quick, it sounds like thunder In December I'll make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dame I'm like Patty LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own Where I lay my hat is my home, I'm a rolling stone Cross my path I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoe fuckers, in the hood they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new chuckas [Chorus (2x)] [Bridge (4x)]

I don't know what you heard about me But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P [repeat] Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna I spit a little G man, and my game got her A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York? I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid Look baby this is simple, you can't see? You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P [chorus] I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P Come get money with me, if you curious to see how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV From the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P Girl we could pop the champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really splurge girl and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call I'll be there to pick you up if ever you should fall If you got problems I can solve'em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch [chorus] I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low Bitch choose on me, I'll have you stripping in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick [chorus] Yeah, in Hollywood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster I ain't got to slow down for you to catch up, bitch Ha ha

Lil' mama show me how you move it, Go ahead put ya back into it, Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it, Shake... shake... shake that ass girl. [Verse 1] Go, Go, Go, 50 in the house - bounce, y'all already know what I'm about. The flow sounds sicker over Dre' drums nigga, I ain't stupid - I see Doc and my dope come quicker. Whoa! Shorty' hips is hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch - I'm like bounce that assss girl. I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we'll thump in here. Oooohh. I'm so gutter, so ghetto, so hood. So gully, so grimey, what's good? Outside, the Benz on dubs - I'm in the club wit the snubs - don't start nothin', it won't be nothin'. Uuuhhh. [Hook x2] Lil' mama show me how you move it, Go ahead put ya back into it, Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it, Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl. [Verse 2] Let's party, everybody stand up. Everybody put ya hands up. Let's party, everybody bounce wit me. Sip champagne and burn a little greenery. This hot. Disco Inferno, let's go. You are now rockin wit a pro. I get toed to flip dough to get more, fo sho'. Get my drank on nigga on the dance floor. Look homie I don't dance all i do is this. It's the same 2-step wit a lil' twist. Listen pimpin' I ain't new to this, I'm true to this. Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this shit. You mix a lil' Cris with a little Don Perignon. And a lil' Hennessy, you know we 'finna carry on. Hollerin' at these snakes in da club tryin' to get right, we gonna be up in this bitch 'til we break daylight. [Hook x2] Lil' mama show me how you move it, Go ahead put ya back into it, Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it, Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl. [Verse 3] You see me shinin', lit up with diamonds as I stay grindin'. Uh-huh. Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupe and switchin lanes. U see me rollin, you know I'm holdin, I'm about my paper, yeah. Nigga I'm serious, I ain't playin', I'm embeded in ya brain, I'm off the chain. G-Unit! Next level now, turn it up a notch. Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot. Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco. Hands up on the dance floor, ok let's go! [Hook x2] Lil' mama show me how you move it, Go ahead put ya back into it, Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it, Shake.. shake.. shake that ass girl.

I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50) [Chorus] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) [Verse 1] I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks, Coca-Cola came and bought it For billions, what the f**k? Have a baby by me; baby Be a millionaire I write the check before the baby comes, Who the f**k cares Im stanky rich Ima die tryna spend this shit Southside's up in in this bitch Yeah i smell like the vault I used to sell dope I did play the block Now i play on boats In the south of France Baby, St. Tropez Get a tan? im already black Rich? I'm already that Gangsta, get a gat Hit a head in a hat Call that a riddle rap Shit, f**k the chitter chat I'm the baker, i bake the bread The barber, i cut ya head The marksman, i spray the lead "I blood clot, chop ya leg" Do not f**k with the kid I get biz wit the cigg I come where you live Ya dead! [Chorus:] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) [Verse 2] You can call this my new shit But it aint new tho I got rid of my old bitch Now i got new hoes First is was the Benzo Now im in the Enzo, Ferrari, im sorry! I keep blowin up! (Oh!!) They call me the cake man The strawberry shake man I spray the AR Make your whole click breakdance Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then 9 shells, Mac-10, "who wan get it crackin?!" I was young, i couldnt do good Now i cant do bad I ride, wreck the new Jag I just buy the new Jag Now nigga why you mad? Oh you cant do that Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky I come up out the jewler, they callin me Rocky Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand Bling like BLAOW You like my style Ha ha im headin to the bank right now [Chorus:] I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (I I get it) I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah) Money I got, money is got (I run New York!) Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk Like a teflon Don, but i run New York When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk I I get it, In the hood if ya ask about me Theyll tell ya im bout my bread I I get it, Round the world if ya ask about me Theyll tell ya they love the kid I I get it, Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. Yeah, Whoa Hey.. I run New York! Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. I I get it, Whoa Hey.. Yeah, yeah, Whoa Hey.. I run New York! Whoa.. I get money, money is got Im back on the streets man, I get money, money is got Im bringin the heat man, I get money, money is got Im on my grind, Money I got, money is got Like all the time, I get money, money is got Tryna stop my shine, I get money, money is got Ill cock my 9 Dont get outta line, Money I got, money is got I said dont get outta line I I get it.. I I get it.. Yeah, yeah.

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50 cent - I Get Money
18.What up gangsta
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