[Male voice talking]
Right now with the situation gettin better
So Im doin you things, holla
[50 Cent]
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me out
Now piece by piece we put it all together
Time to get this dough nigga, its now or never
Im wild as ever, foul as ever
Reap whatever, whatever, whatever
They say Im a slick talker, shit talker
Grimy ass New Yorker
Come gutcha, gum futcher, lay your ass out
If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me
If you fucked up in school nigga, its all on me
I get a left foot to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a nigga
Break you off proper nigga, the cops aint gonna stop a nigga (yeah)
Lets get this money man, them hos come with the paper
Im done to go wherever this game takes us
Look homey, you see my 22s, sittin on low bros
That simple mathematics, that equal more hoes
I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows
Shit I didnt have to say that, yall already know
[Chorus - 2X]
From New York to New Orleans
A problem, holla at me
My niggas comin to see
If everythin is alright
Yall niggas can blow some trees
Have coke and some Hennessey
My niggas from U.T.P.
Everythin is alright
[Young Buck]
For those who couldnt figure me out, what this nigga be bout
Cookin it, and cuttin it, and flippin it, in 24 hours
Cause I keep a dyke, on the back of the bike
In the summertime the white
Air Force Ones, Louie Baton, Nike style (woo)
Dont really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speak
I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep
Im sippin Don, with Juan, Bird, and smokin weed
Shakin them haters off, bouncin to this jukin beat
Fuckin with 50, cause he strictly about head bustin
Lettin New York know these Unica niggas aint stuntin
Nigga we aint runnin, I guarantee you that
After these messages well be right back
Take off that necklace a, because this tech will hit a
Innocent bystander who dont respect a nigga
After you finish your collard greens and cornbread
Get you a glock, and come around here where my mom stayin
[Chorus]
[Bun B]
From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10, get your money widened
I got the Columbian, and Im gonna hold em down
When you get close, call nigga Im gonna guide you down
You got it now, (got it), well then what time you leavin
In a couple of hours, some time close to this evenin
What us speed with V8, them cops then heated
They locked my partner Gus up for smokin weed and speedin
But hell be home though, probably about the same time you get ya
Shit yeah, seems like we paid his bond like last year
But anyway, you know that thing we thought that was, but wasnt?
Well come to find out, my homey found somethin
But he had to choke a bitch, and fo pound somethin
Cause I told him, what you told me about the chump and he chumped em
Put the barrel bottle pump, and pumped em
And pumped em and pumped em, and pumped em and pumped em
[Chorus]
[Male voice talking]
We over here, E, shots of, sippin on Courvoisier
Yeah Rockin exclusive, haha, haha

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