Текст песни:

(chorus)
When you frown at me is it because I wont provide for you girl
your after me cheddar
And you friends they see it to screaming we know what your up to do girl
I′m after my cheddar

(50 cent)
I gave you your style Gucci this Fendi that
Burberry bag shoes and the hat to match
I like the way it look but bitch I aint buying that
I hate to be the bearer of bad news but no more Prada shoes
When I just wanna chill you wanna go out
See me parle with some other chick you wanna show out
You say I′m wrong when I dog yo ass like I should
now you reminisce about all the time I treated you good

(chorus)

(Lloyd Banks)
when you think about me grinding my fans
You even got more watch on but it′s to much time on your hands
They say behind every good man is a woman
So tash pull up stash the cannon linen
I′ll never be your chofuer to the mall
You′ll learn to appreciate cd′s and posters on the wall
fatal attractions is mad real
Last bitch I deaded got mad and swallowed 50 Advil′s

(chorus)

(Tony Yayo)
They say money make the world go round
Material things make a hoe go down
I see you in your Prada Gucci and BCBG
Bitch I′m rich but I don′t trick on GP
That′s 5 dollar dresses and 10 dollar skirts
Bitch play the strip and put in work
Birds wanna have my baby since I signed my contract
Now I got to double up in case the condom snap

(50 cent)
Look don′t ask me for shit man
I aint got nothing for you man what?
Bitch what the fuck you mean I can′t sing bitch
Bitch I′m Luther Vandross in the shower
G-UNIT!

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Текст песни:

[50 Cent]
Ahhhhhh! G-Unit!

[IntroChorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up

[Chorus - 50 Cent]
Baby you got
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can′t help but watch you shake
I love the way you shake (Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes (Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me (Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical, damn, I like your style

[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
It′s something about your style, it′s something about your smile
It′s something about you making me want you right now
If you don′t like me, then don′t listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G that have you coming out your clothes
I′m a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don′t it sound like phone sex, kinky, when I talk switch the slang
Partner, tell that nigga from New York, shorty
Come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unlimited tongue action ′til you′re climaxin′
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying "slow down baby"

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Young Buck]
Baby it′s hard to look and don′t touch
Girl the way you strut dressed in your Von Dutch
I don′t know if it′s your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I′m parked outside in the blue Denali
There′s room for two, just me and you, if you ′bout it
Ice from Tiffany

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Текст песни:

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it′s bad news
Tray pound′s in the house, bad news
40 Kal′s in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it′s bad news

[Lloyd Banks]
Niggaz mad cause I′m flossin′ bad
I ain′t a wrestler, but I′ll put your bitch the Boston crab
I talk money cause it costs to brag
Round here bitches walk around wit the hair that the horses had
Rap it get your face stuck on them bricks
I don′t really like to exercise but I′ll push up on a bitch
Y′all sweet like ninety-nine bananas
That′s why I got ninety-nine niggaz wit ninety-nine hammers
They all want a nigga to stop
Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica Fox
I′m just a playa that found out where the coaches know
That′s why I′ma be around longer than the Oprah show
You and your man y′all both should know
That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go
Shit I been hated since the fifth grade
That′s why my best friend the tray pound, a ice pick, and a switch blade

[Chorus]
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Banks′ back at it again)
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, Tony′s back at it again)

[Tony Yayo]
Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks
See where they rest at and lay with their peeps
Now you got the drop, know their daily routine
So the second rule please leave the crime scene please
Third rule pick a day, fourth rule pick a time
Fifth rule pick a fifth, sixth rule pick a nine
And the seventh rule make sure your sidearm sweet
So when the shootout you leave him six feet deep
Eighth meet in a fast car with disguise
Use a ski mask with shades on your eyes
Ninth rule don′t say shit cause po-po listen
Fuck around you end up being stuck in the system
And the tenth rule don′t put a tag on a broken heart
Just put a toe-tag on your mark
And rule number 11, you caught a body but you not a legend
You better watch where you heading

[Chorus]
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50′s back at it again)
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50′s back at it again)

[50 Cent]
Don′t go go against me I′ll hurt your feelings
Stones in my cross the size of your earrings
My confidence level′s high nigga can′t tell
Lickin my lips at ya bitch like I′m LL
I smile like a nigga in jail receiving mail
Better yet like nigga Bookers that made bail
From day one I came in the game they said I was hot
They got scared, "Cent got money," and I got shot
You so much pressure on me when you compare me to ′Pac
I′m just a new kid, I can′t help that I′m hot
What little niggaz say to 50 cent don′t matter
I′ll fire shots at the chef and watch the sheeps scatter
My enemies never turn into friends, my friends turn into enemies
You scared then get the fuck around me
Record execs, know not to play wit my check
I come through with my knife cause I′m a pain your neck (YEAH!)

[Chorus]
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50′s back at it again)
I don′t like you, you don′t like me
It′s not likely that we′ll ever be friends
Why pretend? (Ma, 50′s back at it again)

Lloyd Banks in the house, bad news
Tony Yayo in the house, bad news
50 cent in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it′s bad news
Tray pound′s in the house, bad news
40 Kal′s in the house, bad news
I got a knife in the house, bad news whenever 50 around it′s bad news

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[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain′t as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga ain′t nuttin change
You move I′ll blow your brains

[Lloyd Banks] + (50 Cent IN CAPS)
These niggaz don′t really want war (nah)
They just walk around frontin
Cause I walk around stuntin
Why you think the long pump is in the trunk for (yea)
If you really want somethin we can show up at your front door
I know my history, my family tree done said "master" (uh-huh)
Fuck livin positive, cause negativity spreads faster
A celebrity has ta, bulletproof his car
Cause big hits come flyin through ya door like Casper (WOO)
I′m smokin out the jar (jar) scopin out the bar
Distracted see shorty breast pokin out the bra (uh-huh)
Not the type to go spark metal in
Start thinkin you gangsta cause you hit a park yellow van (yea)
Act hard but ya heart made a marshmellows man
Talk tough, til you get cuffed and start tellin damn
Everyday I got a new bitch and when I′m done wit her
It′ll look like she dived head first in the pool wit it (GOD DAMN)
You only gon wind up dead tryin to prove shit
I put chalk around ya head like a pool stick (yea)
I gotta have bucks on the waist
I′m hungry like a south african with fly stuck to his face( WAA)
Catch Banks in a truck full of bass (uh-huh)
Remember I′m a batchelor, the 4 or 5 ducks outta space
You could either get bucked or get ya ass jumped
The only tigger you touch is on a gas pump
I got my own personal slave she really got a curfew
Cook and clean for the kid like silly in color purple (UH-HUH UH-HUH)
I know you wanna pop me but (but)
If I hit you first, the exit wound gon be the size of a hockey puck (AHH)
Fuck, I really hold the rubber
I send +Sparks+ at you and I don′t mean Emilio or Bubba
I′m aimin for a video cover, huge tall bustas
A pound and a philly hold the smuggler
G=Unit′s whats up right now
The Gucci cloth is on a newport sign upsidedown
You gotta come a little harder, nigga
You wear jerseys while mine a throwback and yours is a Starter(HA HA HA)
You still gotta beg a hoe (hoe)
And you mad cause you blowin on oregano
You niggaz′ll never blow
Anyone to step in my ring is brave
I don′t know a thing about hair stylin but I can make a finger weave (ERR)
Short stay leave her butt in the telly
Lace up the beef and brocclis peanut butter and jelly
I′m about to get this deal (uh-huh) shorty know
Thats why she foamin out the grill like a Alka-Seltzer pill
I ain′t loud around a snitch (nah)
I don′t crowd around a btich (nah)
The jumpsuit match wit the Carolina kicks
I been sick since niggaz was on Harlod Miner dick
I could call up a chick and put a child around her lips (WOO)
niggaz can′t stand the fact that I′m real
I kidnap the Queen from the castle and put her back on the pill
Gimme Barbie at her best (UH-HUH)
Bacardi at the chest(UH-HUH)
I′m similar to the young Marcus Darvy at the desk
Useta have ta push up, now I hardly got ta press
Got two guns, and both lead to cardiac arrest
My success got suckers salty (salty)
Blowin steam like a cup of coffee
Click POW get these fuckas off me

[50 Cent]
I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS
But there only one problem niggaz ain′t as bad as BANKS
Nigga yous front you gon get shot down
We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit
Nigga ain′t nuttin change
You move I′ll blow your brains

Yea
Lloyd Banks nigga
Whats up nigga?
It′s 50 nigga
You fuckin wit him right?
I know you fuckin wit him cause I said you fuckin wit him
Thats my baby right there thats my boy right there my young nigga
Whats up nigga?
What the fuck
I hear niggaz hollerin that "keep it real" and all that nigga
Nigga if you talkin all that gangsta shit
Nigga we get it poppin nigga
Whats up nigga?
Anytime nigga I don′t give a fuck if it′s 4 in the afternoon nigga
Any where you see me nigga
Lets go

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Текст песни:

(50 Cent)
Yeah, something special you know? Something epic. Lloyd Banks
You know cuz a nigga thuggin don′t mean he don′t wanna see you smile, baby.

(50 Cent)
We wanna be the reason you smile (3x)
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes.

(Lloyd Banks)
I′m gettin the feelin you wanna take revenge,
From the conversations we havin′, the way it ends.
You wanna discuss me in front of your lady friends.
That′s why it′s just me and my Mercedes Benz.
It all depends, maybe if we make amends we can start from scratch.
Learn to control your temper and remarks in fact.
We plan to be platonic, but the heart′s in tact.
So everytime we separate somebody′s marchin′ back.
Young May′s and then the sack...
Eyes slanted like you′re Asian, but you′re Black.
God bless whoever gave you all of that.
If you′ve seen it from the back, you′d understand why they still like that.
It ain′t to Florida with tours, the Lord knows.
The pussy good enough to miss award shows....
And I ain′t gotta say nothing, she just knows
By the way I lick her though to take her from her clothes up and down ooOOOOh....

(Chorus: Lloyd Banks and 50 Cent)
Whenever I′m not around, and you′re feeling down, let the thought of me be (the reason you smile)
I don′t wanna see you frown, make them kids watch and clown, I wanna bring you joy and be (the
reason you smile)
You leanin′ on my style, you know how I get down, I′ll provide by any means to be (the reason you
smile)
We done been through the ups and downs, and drama for a while, I′m just happy I′m around to be ( the
reason you smile)

(Lloyd Banks)
The main reason that I been looking at you pitiful,
With about half of the shit that I done did to you.
Violated or tiptoed into a crib or two.
I′ve complained to be a bigger individual.
Even though they visible, the evenings when I visit you
Kinda makes me feel lucky cuz I see niggaz when you teasin′ with your physical,
She wanna wreck up the rooms, I ain′t got no more wind left
Wild while on my section-made princess, my foreign chick bad but she bitchrest,
Plus it′s hard to communicate, cuz she don′t speak in no ingles.
I been around the world, state to state, but now I′m back
Bustin′ in your bathroom, got you laughing in your shower cap.
Let′s get it on, cuz I′m leaving in an hour flat.
Really don′t matter. She′s mad even when I holla back.
All I really need is your attention for a while, and I bet you I can make you smile.

(Chorus: Lloyd Banks and 50 Cent) (2x)
Whenever I′m not around, and you′re feeling down, let the thought of me be (the reason you smile)
I don′t wanna see you frown, make them kids watch and clown, I wanna bring you joy and be (the
reason you smile)
You leanin′ on my style, you know how I get down, I′ll provide by any means to be (the reason you
smile)
We done been through the ups and downs, and drama for a while, I′m just happy I′m around to be (the
reason you smile)

(50 Cent)
We wanna be the reason you smile (3x)
After you wipe away your tears and dry your eyes...

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G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I′m gettin yo ass

[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don′t wanna bang wit the best
I′ll have Doc removin fragments from your chest
They say God′s a forgivin′ man, I hope he forgive
Thirty shells I let off don′t curse my kid
They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed
Nigga you stunt, I pull out
And you see I′m that same nigga that when he start to roar
I think he′s flyin
Eight outta eight on movin targets
You run? You still dyin
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain′t raise no chump, I don′t talk no pocco

[Chorus - 50 Cent/Lloyd Banks]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga′s lookin for it too
Shit is real ′round here, you surrounded by crooks

Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga′s lookin for it too
Shit is real ′round here, you surrounded by crooks

[Young Buck]
There once was some niggas that tried to murda me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize
The truth come out, ′stead of hearin′ a lot of lies
Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard
A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart
I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars
I′m smokin′ niggas like a Cuban cigar
Let′s get it poppin′

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I′m tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever, you′re temporary like baby teeth
I′m in and out the night clubs, A-D-D
Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
These niggas tellin′ out the blue
So you hang em off the bridge
At least they′ll have to helicopter you
The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown
That′s why them little niggas in the projects love me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don′t even freestyle for free
I gave em a break, flew over seas
But it′s kinda hard to get homie-sick when there′s blue in the trees
Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, Yea

[Chorus]

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Текст песни:

[50 Cent]
I, know, you, know
I′m, on, fiiiii-re

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
If, you don′t 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 don′t know, who I be
You betta ask somebooooody about me
And they′ll tell ya I′m 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 I′m rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
Out here niggaz′ll do anything to reach a buck
Cause when you broke you can′t 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 paper′s straight
Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight
Some niggaz hate but I′ll be damned if they hold me down
Front niggaz didn′t know me then, bet they know me now
Blunt and a smile, eventually it′ll be a frown
Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down
While I′m 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 26′s 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. Dre′s beats
Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
This ain′t 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 ain′t 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
I′m 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!)
Don′t take much to make my gun go off
One shot′ll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!)
If you don′t 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 I′m that nigga, ya heard me?
From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don′t front
You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G′d up
Rollin that weed up
Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
Hit with a bat or beat up
Fuck that, we′re on that same bullshit
Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
I′m a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me

[Chorus]

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[50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend

[Lloyd Banks]
Everywhere I go I gotta tag along
Cause my buzz gettin′ strong And they mad I′m on
They ride with me when I′m past the mall
Don′t wait for me on the bench when I′m playin′ a game of basketball
One sqeeze will make a bastard fall
Gasp and crall
You need a bulletproof vest mask and all
Bring your buddy when it′s time to roam (why?)
Cause I got hit the last time I left mom at home
My hand bling full of platinum the shine is chrome
He even got closet space inside of my home
He ain′t never been broke he glitchless
So reliable I bought him a rubber coat for Christmas
Infared beam in the scope for distance
The best company wouldn′t proach in business
He who ride with me to the end
We all gotta friend
And mine is a G-U-N.

[50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend

My buddy gotta temper he dyin′ to pop off
Like Tommy did the cops had the block all locked off
Take them with me to hustle stashed him in the trash can
My finger tips sore for four hours I backround
She meet him his destination hell or heaven
Cause I only bring em out for that 187
He dont have a heart I just keep feeding him shells
He get it poppin′ in the hood so his name ring bell
Ms. Jones stay on the third floor she call the cops on me
They came I ran I had to toss my Uncle little homie
Niggas they all got new friends so they stay in there place kid
I stay screamin′ on niggaz and beatin′ up base heads
These niggaz sayin′ doley just like they pretend
Keep fuckin′ around they gon say hello to my little friend.

[50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend

[Young Buc]
We been through it all yet we both still livin′
We been in a box but we both still spittin′
And when there was beef you even played your position
Got under the seat until we spotted our victim
At first they wouldn′t listen to they heard you go off
Remember it was broad daylight in the middle of New York
And little did they know we was ready for war
Bet that nigga wished he′d never stick his window out the door
See whenever you come out something happen on the block
You the reason that nigga done stop rappin′ like Pac
People see you ain′t run and you even say shit
They just know you ain′t nothin′ to play wit
Stay wit 16 homies and one in the hole
When the first one get out the next one go
To know where your headed you gotta know where you been
The glock stay with me we friends till the end.

[50 Cent]
My buddy, my buddy
Wherever I go, he go
My buddy, my buddy
Can run for your life on the stick up out the window
My buddy, my buddy
I lay your ass out mothafucka is simple
Stay in your place your place I recommend or say hello to my litte friend

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Текст песни:

[Tony Yayo]
New Shit
Tony Yayo, 50 Cent c′mon

[HOOK: 50 Cent]
Bump Dat
Niggas try to stunt on my click
Then when I get on that shit
I bring it to ′em where they pump at
12 Gauge mashberg
No shell in the head
Before you put in work, you gotta pump that
You done hit a nigga with it and you runnin to polices
Come and take my advice, nigga, dump that
This is serious, these rap niggas, I′m just havin fun with it
50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat

[50 Cent]
My son ask "Daddy why carry a gun, you ain′t a cop"
Looked at him and said "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get shot"
Wanna go to show-and-tell and show the class my glock?
Show ′em the clip
Show ′em the beam
Show ′em how Daddy lean
In the convertible Jag
22 inch mags
For a high school drop out, shit, that ain′t bag
I′m not a blood or a crip, I′m doing my own thang
G-UNIT
Shit, I done started my own gang
I don′t go that funny dance
I don′t throw gang signs
But I′m a gangsta to the core so I stay with a nine
Think all I do is rap, then you don′t know me good
Have Smurf hangin out the sun roof to light up your hood, man
Cause Lethal ain′t never seen Blaco comin′
But if he did .. you think he woulda started runnin?
And I move with the Doublemint Twins and two macs
And leave you flat your back
BRRAT
Take that

[HOOK]

[Tony Yayo]
I gotta half a mil deal with no diploma
Ice so blind it give your ass glaucoma
Its hard to live, but its easy to die
So I′m going through life lookin death in the eye
These rappers ain′t gun slingers
They R&B singers
G-Unit, come thru with some guerilla niggas
Minimum wage ain′t gonna pay the rent
Cause the seats in the coupe got the Fendi print
And this shit right here for the listeners pleasure
I′m still on the strip with the fifth and my ever
Its T-O-N-Y
Stay with a semi
Milk your crack spot - till the shit be bone dry
You think you pump hard? Nigga I pump harder
My phone ring so much, I walk around with the charger
When the D′s come around, I′ma swallow my crack
Shit the work out later, and hit ′em with that
If it′s a direct sale
I′ma change the bill
Tryin to push the new Range cause they changed the grille
Look nigga we icey thugs
We stay with them things so we stay with some Nike gloves

[HOOK]

[Tony Yayo]
Just havin fun with this rap shit, man
It never stops
My man 50 done put out, what, three albums on the street?
And y′all ain′t even hear the new shit
Just keep goin′ and goin′ and goin′
Motherfuckin′ Duracell Battery
It never stops
Word up
G-Unit
Sha Money XL

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