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    Feat. Tony Yayo And Lloyd Banks

    [50 Cent]
    Yeah..50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo
    G-UNIT!

    [Lloyd Banks]
    This rap shit plays a major part of my life
    So if you jeapordize it I got the right
    To send a mothafucka at you tonight
    G-Unit! And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin'
    Swimmin' in barrels of money
    Ma could walk around wit' a head up and challenge you dummy
    It's funny, niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry
    I'm hungry as hell, skatin' with another nigga's money
    Take your hats off, you know you ain't that tough
    I'm callin' your bets off as soon as you act up
    You know what I came for, it isn't the game ball
    Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw (Lloyd Banks!)
    By the way, this feels like I'm dreamin'
    Forty cal. under my pillow, condom feelin' my semen
    The physical presence of a female, form of a demon
    That's why, I fuck 'em and leave 'em
    Get my nut while I'm breathin'
    'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin', now I'm duckin' and trippin'
    That's a thousand dollar outfit what the fuck is you rippin'?
    You trippin', more records could get my ass in position
    Death wish for no religion whether Catholic or Christian
    Listen, I went through my ambition in and out the kitchen
    With probable cause, it's probably sendin' out to prison
    You got soldiers, but you still gotta respect ours
    We got more four five's and nines than a deck of cards

    [Tony Yayo]
    You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me ('Cause what?)
    'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
    Niggas hate when you do good
    But when you broke, your friends and your enemies
    They love you, they love you
    "Cheche, get the llello"
    Picture me being crack, out of town, trips on the trail
    "Cheche, get the llello"
    Picture me being crack (Tony Yayo!)
    You can sift me, cut me, I'll turn you to a junkie
    I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country
    Wallstreet niggas, they cop me on the low
    White boys don't call me coke, they call me blow
    It's time to go, on the bus, the train, the plane
    I'll smuggle, I'm nothin' but trouble
    I'll make your money double
    Cook me in baking soda
    I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
    I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator
    Feed your family, turn your man into a hater
    Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
    Put me in your Nik's, Timbs or Reeboks
    If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards
    Cop a hundred grams, you movin' forwards
    You tryin' to move more birds
    ...In PA all day, on the corner of Third

    [50 Cent]
    You can take me out the 'hood, but can't take the 'hood out me (what?)
    'Cause I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto
    Picture me polishin' pistols, I'm comin' to get you
    The shells hit you, you screamin'
    Think I'm playin'? I mean it
    Man, I done bought all these pistols
    Lets get it poppin'
    Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin' (C'mon)
    Like if it's down the corner, I got too much pride to hide
    I'm outside, gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin'
    I'm dyin' to pop it, I'm young and I'm restless, you know my contestants
    As the world turns, there's lessons to be learned
    Count all my blessin's, clean up my weapons
    I'm ready for war, the strong survive, the weak will parish
    I told you before, hoes they compliment me now like "50 nice chain"
    Malasio, twenty grand in chips at a dice game
    Burn out, can't stop gotta watch MTV, BET
    Nigga you see me!
    I wonder if you mad, 'cause I'm doin' good
    or 'cause niggas feelin' me more than you in your own 'hood
    And it hurts 'cause you love 'em and they don't love you back
    'cause they know you just rappin' and you don't bust a gat
    You pussy

    Yeah, explain it to niggas in your hood nigga
    They know you fuckin' frontin' nigga
    Talkin' like gangstas on a record, I see you nigga
    Niggas know me nigga, ask around in my 'hood nigga
    Read the "Daily News" nigga you see them talkin' about me nigga
    I'm in the middle of all kinds of shit
    Pussy, lets get it poppin'

    G-G-Unit, G-G-Unit, G-G-G-Unit, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit, G-Unit!

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