I woke up this morning, this is insane
Rich as a motherfucker, and ain't much changed
Open my eyes, no surprise, I'm with a different bitch
Different day, different ass, different tits
Strap under my pillow, I done went legit
I'm not supposed to do this shit, but I forget
The true principles of life are supply and demand
Guess if you never sold dope it's hard to understand
My man got knowledge of self and my back, God
Find out today's mathematics when that Mac go off
My temper volatile, grew up a violent child
Fuck a boy scout, I air your ass out
Nigga, nice chain, dice game, try your luck
Shoot a couple head cracks, leave while you're up
I'm a fly nigga, my denim vintage
Gold medal around my neck like I won the Olympics
We came from nothing, now they saying we straight
Nigga, hold up, hold on
Hold on
These niggas, they watching every dime we make
Hold up, hold on
Hold on
We want that deluxe apartment in the sky with a clear view
Instead we get the D's in the rear view
We learn to play the game how it's supposed to be played
And so you know, you violate, you supposed to be sprayed
It's not a big deal to me, stay calm
I'll shoot the shit out of a nigga, then call it Barrel Bonds
But, if I don't do this shit myself, bet I'll get it done
Shit on my nigga, you shit on me, we of one
Used to do graffiti, now look we major
Don't make me write my name across your face with a razor
Re-Up, new coke, they say this sample the bomb
This shit can take a two and we cut this bitch with a one
Watch the fiends stand in line for the potency
No lactose involved, pure coca leaf
You can sniff that or cook that to my belief
That money coming in like we run the streets
We came from nothing, now they saying we straight
Nigga, hold up, hold on
Hold on
These niggas, they watching every dime we make
Hold up, hold on
Hold on
This shit go how I said, go when it's time to expand
So say it's over your dead body and that's the plan
You a gangster for real, you ready to ride?
Nigga, you gonna die a bad case of too much pride
Check my DNA, homie I'm a different kind
Hit the speed dial, that quick I'll get ya lined
We don't want your block, just cop your work from us
Those niggas you call allies can't be trust
That Rollie all gold, I got the Midas touch
Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff
On the phone I heard 'Ya smacked the shit outta a kid
Now Jimmy got life, gonna smack him again
When it's war, it'll be war to the bitter end
If they ever say we lose, I start it again
That sneaky nigga spray that Semi at your momma crib
With a silencer we couldn't even hear that shit
We came from nothing, now they saying we straight
Nigga, hold up, hold on
Hold on
These niggas, they watching every dime we make
Hold up, hold on
Hold on
[50 Cent:]
Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money
Don't worry 'bout how I spend my money, boy, I got a lot
Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride
Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch
Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
Don't worry 'bout a motherfuckin' thing
Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
We got a strap up in here if niggas playing
[50 Cent:]
When time pass and I'm not around, niggas saying I'm out of town
Probably moving them bricks around, they swear they know how I get down
Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing
My closet full of that fly shit, black card when I buy shit
Sell the shit you get high with, these niggas on my dick
Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing
That's your bitch, I understand, I've seen it all on Instagram
I'm just from the past, I done been all in that ass
Don't worry 'bout what I'm doing, don't worry 'bout what I'm doing
[50 Cent:]
Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money
Don't worry 'bout how I spend my money, boy, I got a lot
Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride
Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch
Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
Don't worry 'bout a motherfuckin' thing
Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
We got a strap up in here if niggas playing
[Yo Gotti:]
Don't be worry 'bout my record deals cause I still got my plug
Don't be worry 'bout my bitch pimping, she get money out that club
Don't be worry 'bout my partners and 'em, we get money, we eating
You talk shit 'bout a real nigga, bitch, you must be tweaking
Don't be worried 'bout my whereabouts, money all I care about
Keeping it real in my neighborhood, play with me and I'mma air it out
Why you worry 'bout my money, nigga? Bitch, you think I'm broke?
The Fed worry 'bout what I'm doing, think I'm selling dope
I may be and I may not, go to jail I may rot
I ain't never gon' snitch, nigga, never been no bitch nigga
I got big guns, need a extra large, y'all niggas got question marks
Talking down on a real nigga, that's how you get a hater charged
[50 Cent:]
Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money
Don't worry 'bout how I spend my money, boy, I got a lot
Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride
Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch
Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
Don't worry 'bout a motherfuckin' thing
Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
We got a strap up in here if niggas playing
[50 Cent:]
Don't worry 'bout what they talking 'bout
Don't tell me what that bitch done said
I'm done with her, you can go with her
I'm leaving here with another bitch
Don't worry 'bout how they look at me
My diamonds on, damn, look at me
These pussy nigga be shooked at me
Wanna judge and throw the book at me
Don't worry 'bout it, I ain't worried 'bout it
Had time to talk to my legal team
Don't worry 'bout it, I ain't worried 'bout it
Ain't shit they could do to me
Still rocking, still rolling
We holding, bill folding, you know it
When I start to ball out money start to fall out
Throw it up, it fall out the sky
Baddest bitches go all out, whole bar get bought out
That's what I call my lifestyle
[50 Cent:]
Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money
Don't worry 'bout how I spend my money, boy, I got a lot
Don't worry 'bout that car I drive, don't worry 'bout that bike I ride
Don't worry 'bout them diamonds in that bezel on my watch
Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
Don't worry 'bout a motherfuckin' thing
Don't worry 'bout it, don't worry 'bout it
We got a strap up in here if niggas playing
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
Why give her love and affection, she just want some bread
I ain't talking or texting, I just want some head
She from a Piru set where all them niggas wear red
I ain't flying no flags, but I'm a gangster, bitch
I say "say no to drugs" then I do that shit
Got a blue fleet of whips, I'm so hood nigga rich
You don't like the way I do it, nigga, eat a dick
I just call 'em when I want 'em, I don't need a bitch
You see me stunting with my diamonds on, everything proper
Your shit look chrome and your shit look copper
It's turning, homie, that's why you're turning on me
Admit it, I made it, I can't be faded
I roll it up in public, I'm a cancer, man
Smoke it out in the open like I'm in Amsterdam
I do a hundred miles an hour switching lanes in my Lamb
See my name around the globe, niggas know who I am
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
You say you hustle like a hustle, I be moving the shit
Had a couch and a U-Haul filled up with bricks
Got them straps and long clips filled up with lead
So when we counting the paper it better come back correct
Out in New Orleans, baby, niggas hungry for bread
Come through that 9th ward stuntin' and get shot in your head
Every hood I go through they fuck with me, you dig?
Got the eye of the tiger, I'm on that animal shit
I got the heart of a lion and the looks of an elephant
Yeah, I'm scared of rats, but I'm ready for anything
It's the unit, my nigga, take a look at my face
See if you test me they'll arrest me, I'll be catching a case
New York a concrete jungle where niggas got to get paid
Get in the way of that paper and niggas got to get sprayed
Look at me wrong and you're dead, you'd be very afraid
I don't know how to behave, untamed fresh out the cage
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
I got that animal, animal ambition
Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit
You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no
Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit
You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
Nigga every law and every rule I break
Feds tryna watch the moves I make
Everyday I get birthday cake
There's a hundred racks there in that safe
Hundred grams there on that plate
I ain't thinkin' 'bout catchin' no case
Nigga my safe house super safe
I zip Giuseppe's, I don't tie no lace
Tom Ford, Y-S-L, nigga, run and tell, I'm fly as hell
Big Bentley, Mulsanne, no LP, just two songs
A-side, B-side, Ryder gang, bitch, that's right
From N.O. to N.Y., I got shooters bitch, don't act cute and shit
We was born broke, no silver spoon
My niggas strapped, they super goons
These niggas here kinda soft
We get the bread, then fuck it off
Get more money, then fuck it off
Make your bitch wan' suck me off
We ain't had shit, we learned to ball
Them ghetto bitches they love us all
Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit
You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no
Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit
You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
Shorty bounce it and she clap that
Slide down the pole, she's a super ho
That gold Cuban, I jack that
You niggas know how this 'sposed to go
I'm in the club with niggas, I clap that
That P90 I pack that
Your fuckin' head, I crack that
You wan' test me? Don't test me
Look, lover boy what're you trippin' for?
Niggas don't even want your ho
My nigga Ill fresh out the pen
You gonna make him go back again
Them bottles coming, we turnt up
Them sparks burnin' now watch us shine
You do this shit once a year
We do this shit all the time
Now captain come and save her
Get her from around this paper
She'll never be the same
I mean like everything will change
She cute blow a little cheese on her
Get her ass shots, throw D's on her
Them shoes more than you think though
My bitch look like my bank roll
Me, I'm like a pilot, G5 Jet I'm fly as shit
You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no
Bitches be on my dick, designer threads, I'm fly as shit
You cannot deny it, oh no, no-no, no-no
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
Better back up off me, bitch, watch me ball (ball)
[Trey Songz (50 Cent):]
Ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, ay, girl, a-ay, girl
You know it's Dr. Dre, girl (Dre, girl)
(It's 50) And Trigga, yeah
[Trey Songz:]
Somebody pull the fire alarm, girl, where you from?
'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke
All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin' smoke
All they smell is smoke
The way your body roll, I'ma lose control
'Cause you got this club on fire and outside I bet all they smell is smoke
All they smell is smoke, girl, they yellin' smoke
All they smell is smoke
[50 Cent:]
Come on
Pink diamonds, pink sand, beaches Aruba
Blue sapphires on days when she feelin' Hoover
She hood and in the mood when I'm in the mood
Erotic, so exotic, I'm psychotic about it
I don't want forever, I just wanna taste her love sample
That product, I bet a nigga tongue go numb
She's a narcotic, that bomb shit burnin', we smokin'
My old flame, my Mary Jane, we got a love thing
She ain't jealous, I keep Nina around
In the small of my back in case some shit go down
Right under my Hermes, I'm hearin' the word is
Me, I'm a P.I.M.P.
I let Trey hit some, then Dre hit some
Then pass it to the homies 'til we all get done
Niggas can't comprehend what this shit 'bout
Police comin', you like, put this shit out
[Trey Songz and 50 Cent:]
You like smoke and you got me high
You make a nigga want to get down
High
High feelin' like I'm up in a cloud
Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke and you got me high
So high make your love come down
High
One time, have that ass turnt out
Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke
[50 Cent:]
Shawty hot, she full blown, she hot now
100 degrees, that's with or without the top down
But when she get to workin' her hips, you know the temperature rise
Oh Lord, soon as she see the dick in her thighs
She like the stones in my cross, she flawless
I'm thinkin' damn, why would God give one woman all this?
You know I got the kind of conversation that make her feel like she need me
It's complicated, my occupation, pimpin' ain't easy
Facts, I stack racks on racks and racks
Back when I was pumpin' crack, now my cards are black
Nigga get on my level, bark with the big dogs
If I want it I buy it, I don't care what this shit costs
Luther said it: a house is not a home without her
I had 'em panties on the Greyhound filled up with powder
But what she showed what she'll do for me has no limits
Her wantin' is temporary 'cause for sure she gon' get it, wassup
[Trey Songz and 50 Cent:]
You like smoke and you got me high
You make a nigga want to get down
High
High feelin' like I'm up in a cloud
Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke and you got me high
So high make your love come down
High
One time, have that ass turnt out
Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke
[Trey Songz:]
Everybody showin' the love when she at the door
Turn this bitch down, that's fire in the hole
I'm tryina get it and hit it, I don't wanna pass that
Got me addicted, I'm trippin', where the stash at?
Baby, baby, don't you know?
Faded, baby, just like smoke
[Trey Songz and 50 Cent:]
And you got me high
So high
Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke and you got me high
Ring the alarm it's on
High
Girl, what the fuck you done to me?
Ring the alarm it's on
You got me feelin' like you just rolled up for me
You're like smoke
[50 Cent and Trey Songz:]
Ring the alarm it's on
Smoke, you're like smoke
Yeah my nigga, wassup?
Girl, you're like smoke, smoke
Fuck with me
[50 Cent:]
N-Y, N-Y, 'til I die
N-Y, N-Y, 'til I die
[50 Cent:]
I'm on it
Every time I come around, me I keep my gun around
It's never on safety
I'm on it
Niggas know when I'm around, fuck around it's goin' down
No ifs or maybes
Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's
Niggas gettin' cake made
Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
You'll get your big break, man
[50 Cent:]
You niggas ain't seen shit yet, one false move and I click clack
That oo-wop bitch I spit that, that hard white I flip that
That bad bitch get my dick wet, damn how hot can my shit get?
Boy, get outta line get your ass checked, got 10 mil' my last check
Bitches stay where that cash at, diamonds on me I flash that
That 'Rari pedal I mash that, you pussy niggas I laugh at
That fuck shit that you fuck niggas be doin', man, I'm passed that
Hood nigga down there on Wall Street, my stock run across NASDAQ
Girl face on my time piece, ridin' around with my crimeys
These broke niggas so grimy, I let 'em hold the steel, I tell 'em shoot to kill
I put south side on my back, I ain't talkin' 'bout no tat'
When I'm outta town I hold it down, I mean everywhere I'm at
[50 Cent:]
I'm on it
Every time I come around, me I keep my gun around
It's never on safety
I'm on it
Niggas know when I'm around, fuck around it's goin' down
No ifs or maybes
Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's
Niggas gettin' cake made
Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
You'll get your big break, man
[Kidd Kidd:]
All my niggas crazy stupid, cuckoo, got a loose screw
I might pew pew with that two-two then small bullets will mob through you
My bitch come from Honolulu with that dope ball in her doo doo
Put it on a train and choo choo and the feds don't have a blues clues
Thumbing over, don't know voodoo but I sure know how to shoot you
If I get caught I don't boo-hoo, I pick up the phone call BooBoo
He gonna bail me out in seconds, please don't let this rap shit fool you
I send shooters to your home, see I don't need no songs to move you
My gorilla goin' ooh-ooh, boy your family could lose you
Put you in a box like new shoes, you's a bitch pull down your tu-tu
When it come to gettin' money all I know is we need bookoo's
Speakin' only in my Ryda Gang, know what we gonna do to you
[50 Cent:]
Every time I come around, me I keep my gun around
It's never on safety
I'm on it
Niggas know when I'm around, fuck around it's goin' down
No ifs or maybes
Ring around the rosies, pockets full of OZ's
Niggas gettin' cake made
Fuck with the homies while I got it on me
You'll get your big break, man
[50 Cent:]
Nigga, you pussy, you scared
I can hear your heartbeat
Why the fuck would you come around here?
I can hear your heartbeat
Yeah, you know a dog sense fear
I can hear your heartbeat
You bark while we bite around here
I can hear your heartbeat
[50 Cent:]
We ain't cut from the same cloth, we into different shit
I want the bread, you want the bitch
Come out your mouth slick I'll get you hit
My niggas hungry, they hit a lick
Fuck who you're with, niggas'll dump a clip
We by the school yard waiting for you to get your kid
I caught a A1 felony on my last bid
Kept calm, made bond, I'm on that shit
You think my rap shit a gimmick, I ain't seen parole in a minute
Truth be told these niggas is hoes
Once the shit set off, man, anything goes
Through the windows of your soul, the eyes never lie
If you ain't scared to die, nigga, why would you cry?
[50 Cent:]
Nigga, you pussy, you scared
I can hear your heartbeat
Why the fuck would you come around here?
I can hear your heartbeat
Yeah, you know a dog sense fear
I can hear your heartbeat
You bark while we bite around here
I can hear your heartbeat
[Jadakiss:]
30 something and you ain't never open your mouth yet
Social media is giving cowards an outlet
See him in person, say something, I doubt that
Rather get caught with it than get caught without that
Trying to back peddle and stumble on the curve
You stayin' at the ground, you mumblin' your words
Literally I can see your heart pumpin' through your shirt
Pussy your whole life, you always been a bird
Scared for so long it's all up in your nerves
Screw 9-1-1, you probably call up the reserves
And I'm killin' you first, if we ever do a purge
And you know what it is, kid, whenever we emerge
And I'm tragical, traumatical, no match, incompatible
Nigga, you vaginal
[50 Cent:]
Nigga, you pussy, you scared
I can hear your heartbeat
Why the fuck would you come around here?
I can hear your heartbeat
Yeah, you know a dog sense fear
I can hear your heartbeat
You bark while we bite around here
I can hear your heartbeat
[Kidd Kidd:]
Money for bail, money to bail
Dead or in jail, Heaven or Hell
FEDs on my coat tail, snitches given court tales
Kept fate when all hope fail
Niggas rattin', all they missin' is the tail like Mickey Mouse
Call me Mickey Mantle when I bat you in the mouth
I bring them hammers out, we ain't trying to build a house
Niggas on them songs rappin' shit they ain't about
I'm from the N-O, we don't scrap, we bang it out
Bang, I'm the one that came in your house for the chickens
Left a nigga brains hangin' out like we chillin'
Stankin' like shipments, over my shillings
Up your security, Rida gang in the building
[50 Cent:]
Nigga, you pussy, you scared
I can hear your heartbeat
Why the fuck would you come around here?
I can hear your heartbeat
Yeah, you know a dog sense fear
I can hear your heartbeat
You bark while we bite around here
I can hear your heartbeat
Don't make this complicated (don't make it)
My old school candy painted (for real)
I hustle hard
When I come through they like "Oh my God!"
(That nigga clean!)
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz – and move it
I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)
I'm a hustler, baby (say what?)
My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it
I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)
I'm a hustler, baby
Yeah, I come through, I had the hoes like "who he?"
Seats in the old school Louie
Shoes and the belt buckle Louie
We don't need more details now, do we?
Let 'em sag, my swag is True Religion
You gon' need Cartier frames to see my vision
It smells like cream mixed with weed, this is classy and hood
Drama llama time, nigga, what's good?
Domino's, muh'fucker, it's time to collect
Stack paper like I'm trying to fix the national debt (wooo!)
I'm just doing what I wanna do, I trip through your set
This is 50 on that Muammar Gaddafi shit
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz – and move it
I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)
I'm a hustler, baby (say what?)
My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it
I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)
I'm a hustler, baby
Get on my level, bitch, I'm careful who I kick it with
We talk market and distribution and politics (woo!)
Got a chip on my shoulder, chip off the whole block
I sell the chip of a whole rock, 10 dollars a pop
I'm a magnet, the bitch can't help but watch me
Socks, drawers, undershirt, Versace, Versace, Versace
Designer threads in every form of fashion (uh huh)
I express myself so the question I'm askin' (aaoow!)
Is this flip or the next flip tailor 50 shit?
We ain't promised tomorrow, nigga, go on and get the shit (yeah)
That skull and bones, that Alexander McQueen thing
In case you ain't notice it's a Queens thing (wooooo!)
From the beginning It Was Written I suppose
I break a whole on the 36 oz – and move it
I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)
I'm a hustler, baby (say what?)
My mind on the money, I ain't tripping on the hoes
I blow a whole lot of paper on clothes, but dig it
I'm a hustler, baby (can you dig it?)
I'm a hustler, baby
Oh! It's cold out here
It's my kind of weather, I'm cold blooded
It's 50
When I come through you see me
In the Suburbans that's bulletproof
Bomb proof, leather six, whatever
When I go hard I go hard
When I don't want you to see me I switch it up
I'm in that black on black Porsche Panamera
In the back like "ooh wee"
We rolling
I hustle, man, it's what I do, man
Wait, niggas gon' try and tell me how to do this?
[Mr. Probz (50 Cent):]
Here's a little info you should know (it's 50)
You don't know what you're in for
What you're in for (c'mon)
[Mr. Probz (50 Cent):]
We get the party rockin', bottles poppin'
Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (yeah) twisted, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
System thumpin', the club is jumpin'
Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we twisted, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
[50 Cent:]
Let's toast to success and take it a little higher
May tomorrow bring you everything your heart desires
Let your driving ambition offer you new visions
May your gut-instinct help you make good decisions
This is more than champagne, this is more than just a glass
This is a symbol of accomplishment we rarely ever had (ha ha!)
Let's enjoy tonight like tonight's our last
We can focus on the future and reflect on the past (wooo!)
We done came so far, I mean, look where we are
If they don't call us by name they call us entrepreneurs
From the block to the board room, the hood to the high life
Skyscraper paper, baby, life in the limelight
Want the best of the best, the top of the top
I mean the baddest bitches, you know, the cream of the crop
We gotta hustle and have it, we better than average (uh)
More like the elite, my nigga, we gotta eat, c'mon
[Mr. Probz (50 Cent):]
We get the party rockin', bottles poppin'
Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (turn up) twisted, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
System thumpin', the club is jumpin'
Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (c'mon, c'mon) twisted, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
[50 Cent:]
What was once a strike against us has become an advantage
'Cause we grind when we at it like we stone-cold addicts
That mastermind, the mental is oh so essential (uh)
Product of the environment (uh), they ain't been what we've been through (yeah)
I'm fond of the phrase "If there's a will, there's a way"
'Cause we come from the parts where only killers could play
Southside (Southside), it's alright
Ghetto's my Alma Mater huh? It's alright (wooo!)
We could keep the party jumpin' like this all night
The bottles, just keep 'em comin', baby, let's get right
Let's get it on, play a little Marvin
It's gettin' hot in here, homie, this could be a problem
Keni Burke style, let's keep rising to the top (uh)
Let's do it, do it big and let a fuckin' hater watch, oh yeah
This is perfect, this a moment to remember
As we proceed on our money getting agenda, c'mon
[Mr. Probz (50 Cent):]
We get the party rockin', bottles poppin'
Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we (turn up) twisted, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
System thumpin', the club is jumpin'
Tonight we gon' turn up 'til we twisted, yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
[Guordan Banks:]
Are you ready to win?
Come join the winners circle (Fuck with the winners baby)
Put up your hands for me, baby (Put 'em up)
And do it like we're supposed to
Cause we're gonna win
[50 Cent:]
Consider this the theme song for victory
The shit you say to yourself when you make history
I'm trying to make it feel like the first time
Like a junkie I'm sort of chasing my first high
I'm focused, I'm disciplined, I'm ready
Mentally on point, sharp as a machete
Hard work, I work hard, I get the job done
There's only one number 1, nigga, I'm number 1
I'm confident, you can call it vain or conceited
Cars, clothes, I need it
Condos, condoms and bad bitches to be with
Run with a winner, baby
Be unconventional, freak me off with friends maybe
You can be my girl, be my fair weather friend
Or you could be my, yeah yeah, be my friend 'til the end
[Guordan Banks:]
Are you ready to win?
Come join the winners circle
Put up your hands for me, baby
And do it like we're supposed to
Cause we're gonna win
[50 Cent:]
I got that disease ambition, success is the cure
They wanna win, I gotta win, I sell the shit pure
I got dopeboy bonds, Einstein brains
The heart of a nigga homicidal on the chain gang
I want yachts and drops, I got spots to watch
I wanna see what life is like from the mountain top
Who says sky's the limit? I'm limitless, I just took the pill
Why you think a nigga slow flow so ill?
Be careful, the shit I got is highly contagious
We hustled 'til it had us all locked up in cages
Time gon' fly when niggas been bidding for ages
War stories and wounds, back and forth, a nigga been trading
For the root of all evil, Lord said it's for Satan
We from the bottom, desperation cause moves that we making
I guess it's all risk versus rewards
A nigga risk it all for the broads
(What's up?)
[Guordan Banks:]
Are you ready to win?
Come join the winners circle
Put up your hands for me, baby
And do it like we're supposed to
Cause we're gonna win
Come join the winners circle
Put up your hands for me, baby
And do it like we're supposed to
Cause we're gonna win
[50 Cent:]
I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making
[50 Cent:]
I'm still a baller, I'm still balling
That's five times I ain't picked up, your bitch still calling
I'm super ghetto, I'm still with the shit
Still pass the steel to my nigga, hit a lick
We still mobbin', niggas still starvin'
We still deal after deal, shit is no problem
He still love her, she ain't shit
Get her a pair of Louboutins, she suck a dick
He's still a real niggas, still will kill
Told the still bitch don't squeal or get your cap peeled
The Mac filled, black talons, hollow tips
Copper-tops, get your ass popped, watch a body drop
[50 Cent:]
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making
[Kidd Kidd:]
I'm clean as a motherfucker, still getting my hands dirty
Bitches they wanna fuck, grab a glass, you looking thirsty
See I'm a gangsta, you soft as R&B singers
I'm at a war with the banger, in the club with the shanker
Mask on, lone ranger, scope on the K, long ranger
Rather be alive and rich than die and be famous
Live my life in the fast lane, I crash into anything
I ain't here to entertain when I let them bullets sing
Rims on, Rida Gang, slap the fuck out of you, nigga
Trying to pull out your pistol when you know that you're lame
You chasing these bitches instead of chasing your paper
Niggas taking your bitches while they taking your paper
I'm gone
[50 Cent:]
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making
[Prodigy:]
She on my leg like a little kid
She hump my leg like a horny bitch
Pitbull in a skirt, yeah, I'm a magnet
Nah, I ain't running after no broad, she stuck on my dick
I'm a different breed, blame it on my genes
Money in my jeans, pockets turn her eyes green
She's seeing dollar signs, I'm seeing reasons why
Never had to stress no pussy, I'm one of a kind
Pretty nigga with a gorgeous gun
You die a beautiful death, pull a stunt, look
There ain't a bitch more dime than me
The thirst is real, she knocking over drinks to get next to me
While you
[50 Cent:]
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making
[Styles P:]
Ghetto niggas still'll pick a penny up
You outside chasing them hoes throwing your Henny up
Little homie loading a semi up
Catch 'em all after the club, tell 'em the ante up
Anyway, each and every day, I'm looking for a better way
You owe me, you better pay
Ghost, let the Beretta spray
Hood want uncut dope and some better yay
I ain't chasing pussy, never have
Hustle hard, take a break, run and get some head and ass
Still a rider, still rolling, still need a mask
Still popping, still slinging, still need the cash
[50 Cent:]
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
I'm still a rider, I'm still rolling
A nigga still hold the steel, that's how I'm owning
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You chase the hoes, I chase the paper
You're a sucker for love, nigga, I'm money making
Boy you forgot my style
Flowers, a funeral service, a kid's in the coffin
It sound so familiar, don't it happen so often?
The shoot-out shit happens, the sister read the eulogy
Couldn't help but think "nigga better you than me"
.38 ain't got no safety, that bullet got no name on it
But it's hard to miss when that thing got a beam on it
First shot, pop off, everybody popping shots
The glass at the store front, we forgot God was watching
Run, run, hit the gate, D's yelling "drop it"
Niggas getting jammed up, better that than a jammed up
His momma said a few words to her, he was innocent
She might have heard he did some shit, but never saw no benefits
So in her eyes, he's mommy's little baby
But he was outside talking to niggas crazy
In a room full of people came to pay their respect
I just came in to get a close look at nigga to check
That nigga dead as a doorknob, stiff as a nail
And my man, tomorrow he gon' get out of jail
ROR, trust me nigga I know the law
Release on your own recognizance, that bullshit I'm on it
That's his first taste, I mean his first case
Got knocked with the strap, but not the one that clapped
This nigga here we still got that, yeah
First law in my hood is show no fear
Him and love was closer than we thought, that nigga in here crying
Oh shit, in the store, he probably passed him the iron
These some grimy ass niggas, full breed vultures
Trying to come up, still eating around roaches
Cookie Crisp, Captain Crunch, breakfast of the champions
Lucky charms, stay armed, and niggas won't clap you then
We watch the side bitch talking like she his main bitch
His wifey just sat there, preachers weren't saying shit
Right jab, left hook, hand full of weave
This type shit a nigga got to see to believe
These bitches acting up in here
Police they don't fucking care
Homicides snooping around of them, we all with the shit
Cousin back from college saying he gon' get who did this shit
He a ball player nigga, nigga better play ball
You play with the wrong niggas we gon' get to letting off
I done seen enough, feel like it's time for me to split
Hit the parking lot, chill where the weed is lit
Twist the cap, pour out a little liquor
All the theatrics, you know, like that was my nigga
We all can't win, some of us got to lose
Envision a lil' dog barking at a pack of wolves
Cause that's what happened, yeah yeah, that's what happened
He just went on and on till niggas started attacking
Acting like he was the only motherfucker packing
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and I'm gone niggas will remember the name
It's 50
50 bars of pleasure, 50 bars of pain
When I'm dead and I'm gone niggas will remember the name
It's 50
Cee-Lo, we know
I'm sitting on leather, I'm a winner
If I crap out the strap out
Cause I snap right back to the beginning, nigga
You know I will let it pop
Front if you want bitch I will make it hot
You know, you think you ill, but you not
You will need a tombstone, you will need a plot
I peep what niggas hate through my peripherals
Boy, if I leave this club back to the car I got some shit for you
Wanna party? We can paint the town red
Them bottles ain't shit to me, a nigga got bread
I'm big money, big business, I love it
Put the bad bitches with big asses and the budget
I'm the boss, so you know shit is going how it gotta go
I don't want talk tonight, I might just buy the hoes
My pleasure principle spend no expense
First I'm happy then she happy that she can pay the rent
It's nothing to a nigga when he up
But when they down I bet you he won't give a bitch a buck
Flip and catch an attitude like "Bitch, what the fuck?"
You want from a nigga, huh? You fucking up a nigga, huh?
Look, girl, you know you're sitting on a gold mine
Fuck with them other niggas think you so fine
You know I will let it pop
Front if you want bitch I will make it hot
You know, you think you ill, but you not
You will need a tombstone, you will need a plot
My flow hotter than the gun after that clip done
Don't care about the set you claim, motherfuck the gang you bang
I hang around with hustlers and hoodlums
That party get the popping then we beefing and we shooting
Let's party like it's 1999
Flat top Gazelle, the swag going back in time
I got it locked, they can't ignore it
Man, nigga, know some bullshit I'm all for it
Heroin Don seven sixty leaning
Chrome clean, spend a nigga scheming trying to hit a lick
Them victim niggas thinking "Damn, why me?"
I'm thinking why these niggas never try me
Maybe they feel the vibe, they know a nigga live
I let it off, inside and outside
The club rocking, it's on tonight
Them bottles popping, we getting right
You know I will let it pop
Front if you want bitch I will make it hot
You know, you think you ill, but you not
You will need a tombstone, you will need a plot
[50 Cent:]
50, uh
ScHoolboy Q
Ha ha
[50 Cent and ScHoolboy Q:]
Smiling?
Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!
You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!
Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me flip on you!
Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!
You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!
Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through!
[ScHoolboy Q:]
Nigga, I'm the one that bought all them bitches out
Got a G-A-T this MVP don't run his mouth, nigga
You gon' make me fill this clip for you
You gon' make me unload then reload 'em number 2
Nigga, I've been known to get them Oxys off
I believe in God, but cross my heart this nine go off
Nigga, I'm from the Mecca of the Groove
The Hoover Crip, I grew up on Figg I had to dodge them County Blues
Live my life behind the rules
Running from the cops, smash the rocks up under my shoes
Spit out the eighth that once, hid in my face
Bounce spring over the gate, didn't get caught
I guess my escape, nigga was fate
I love the block and all the dogs that kept me safe
Now it's, back to adding, points to the crime rate
Get slumped in your drive way
You gon' make me hurt your boy
You gon' make me put that work in boy
You gon' make me get to murkin' boy
[50 Cent and ScHoolboy Q:]
Smiling?
Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!
You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!
Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me flip on you!
Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!
You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!
Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through!
[50 Cent:]
Focus on money, I'm in and out ass fast
She loosen up against the wall like a NASCAR crash
Got a bunch of enemies, I count my friends on one hand
Ghetto philosophy, watch me, I got a hundred scams
Like we could make a few dollars, that there a hundred grams
I got a gift, I communicate with the afterlife
Apparently, your bitch ass ain't acting right
Niggas killed your man, you ain't gon' get him back?
What? You is tired out? Why you ain't get around to that?
You wander, I travel, I have a destination
I'll be a street legend new version of Pappy Mason
My style? It'll never die, boy I'm immortal
You shoot me down, I'll get back up and keep coming for you
Man on fire, hitman for hire
Them niggas got happy they thought I was gon' retire
Now they bitch giving me head, I'm the man, a man admires
What's up?
[50 Cent and ScHoolboy Q:]
Smiling?
Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!
You gon' make me flip this knife out do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!
Nigga you gon' make me-you gon' make me flip on you!
Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!
You gon make me pull the strap out, do some shit to you!
Nigga you gon' make me flip on you!
Nigga you ain't gon' be moving when this clip is through!
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