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Utwór: G-Unit / U.T.P

  • wykonawca: 50 Cent
  • album: No Mercy, No Fear
  • wyświetleń: 2370

[Male voice talking]
  Right now with the situation gettin' better
  So I'm 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, it's now or never
  I'm wild as ever, foul as ever
  Reap whatever, whatever, whatever
  They say I'm 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, it's all on me
  I get a left foot to drop a nigga, pistol to pop a nigga
  Break you off proper nigga, the cops ain't gonna stop a nigga (yeah)
  Let's get this money man, them hos come with the paper
  I'm done to go wherever this game takes us
  Look homey, you see my 22's, 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 didn't have to say that, y'all already know
    [Chorus - 2X]
  From New York to New Orleans
  A problem, holla at me
  My niggas comin' to see
  If everythin' is alright
    Ya'll niggas can blow some trees
  Have coke and some Hennessey
  My niggas from U.T.P.
  Everythin' is alright
    [Young Buck]
  For those who couldn't 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 One's, Louie Baton, Nike style (woo)
  Don't really talk much (uh huh), I let my money speak
  I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep
  I'm 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 ain't stuntin'
  Nigga we ain't runnin', I guarantee you that
  After these messages we'll be right back
  Take off that necklace a, because this tech will hit a
  Innocent bystander who don't 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 I'm gonna hold 'em down
  When you get close, call nigga I'm 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 he'll 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 wasn't?
  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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