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[Intro:] Ha, ha,ha
I told *** not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack
I got money I got money
Ha, ha, ha
[50 Cent:] Aww *** don't trip
I'll kill you if you *** with my grip I won't hesitate to let off a clip
Aww *** don't trip You're gonna make me get on some ***
Run up on you quick What's up? You're whipped
Aww *** don't trip You're gonna get you monkey *** hit
Run in you whip tryna *** with my clique Aww *** don't trip
Case you didn't know who this is It's 50 Cent ***, G-Unit
Aww *** don't trip
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent:] I come through your hood, stuntin' in my yellow
lam Murcielago, top down, *** damn
I'm the biggest crook from New York since son of Sam
Cruisin', bumpin' Bugz ***, ruger in my hand Thinkin' the east ain't enough, it's time
to expand I plan to head out west and plant my feet
down A *** big as King Kong in the street now
I do a little house shoppin', and buy me a crib
Its palm trees and pretty *** out in Cali kid
I touched the Hollywood paper, go and shoot me some flicks
Have some supermodel *** come and suck on some ***
My mom turn in her grave if I married a white chick
But baby'll suck the chrome off the Chevy and ***
*** be wearin' fake signs, I'm rockin' a little charm
Thirty carrots on the pinky, kiss the ring on the Don
Crack open that Cali bud, stuff the weed in the ***
[Chorus - 50 Cent:] *** you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder
My *** we gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You *** around if you wanna
[Verse 2 - 50 Cent:] Where I'm from, you learn to blend in or get
touched I don't need *** for support, I don't walk
with a crutch *** know my stage, they don't *** with
me son You got an appetite for hollow-tips, I'll
feed you my gun This is that Ferrari F-50 ***, it's real
laid back Type *** you recline to in the Maybach
I got two shooters now, on the run from the fuzz
You get the same *** for ten bodies, you get for one 'cause
I live life in the fast lane, 100 miles an hour, chrome and some wood grain
You know a *** still really tryna move cane Make a little extra money on the side mayn
I ain't playin', I'm up early with the birds word
Puttin' that work in, parrelli's on the Porsche chirpin' (I'm making moves)
I got a hundred mill from music, a hundred grand from crack
Goin' to see my jeweler, so I can blow a stack
[Chorus - 50 Cent:] *** you hustle, but me I hustle harder
I got what you need, them trees, that hard, that powder
My *** we gee packs, every hour on the hour
They shoot when I say shoot, so I'm in the position of power
You *** around if you wanna