info you already know Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let's go [Chorus: 50 Cent] You, know, I, got, what it takes to make the club
get snuffed, cuz I ain't said enough to pipe down I pipe down, when the [White House] just wiped out When I see that little [Cheney] dike get sniped out
(feat. Young Buck) [Intro:] [50 Cent:] GGG-GGG- G-Unit! [LeBron James:] Watch out! [echoes] [Chorus: 50 Cent {DJ Whoo Kid}] G-Unit in this bitch right
my eyes and got me shootin' at a ghost cause it looks alive to cloak, ? no leaks in gunsmoke Here to get those, snakes get it the most G's overdose,
we hunt ta god, it's surreal Flipmode, cop boy, get your weight up for real, get at 'em [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [50 Cent] Damn homie, in highskewl you
(feat. Lloyd Banks & Tony Yayo) [50 Cent:] Yeah [Chorus: 50 Cent] This is 50 Cent, Banks and Yayo in the club Runnin' around this bitch pissy drunk
down, and the clips run out I bet I make history I bet I make history When it all goes down, and the cops come round That murder's a mystery That murder's a mystery [50 Cent
If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos
come Sweet done (50 Cent) We gonna bring it to anybody who want it you want it? you gonna get it your name on it we'll hit em, chew em up and spit em out
get shot but I don't get robbed Cause me, I be on my jog Ya heard me? [Chorus:] You like it when I back that ass up on you? [50 Cent:] Ooh, baby I like
made my heart cold I get to poppin off that thang like I'm loco No sense in coppin pleas when you see my knife out (knife out) Motherfuckers light out (lights out
might hear I get shot but I don't get robbed Cause me, I be on my jog [Chorus] You like it when I back that ass up on you? [50 Cent] Ooh, baby I like
laces This is a hit, let's see if homicide trace this (50 Cent, let's see if homicide trace this) [Verse 2] Everyday is bugged, niggas'll come to a club
(50 Cent) Uh, yeah, 50 Cent It's Murda Mix Tape Vol. 3 Whoo Kid, Stretch Armstrong nigga Take that, yo, aiyyo Niggas don't wanna see 50 on a track I
[50 Cent] G Unit! [50 Cent] A, B [Scarlett] You can't fuck with me [50 Cent] C, D [Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [Scarlett] Don
in background, which repeats the last word on every other line during 50 Cent's verse; then says "body" throughout Banks & Yayo's verse*} [50 Cent]
Intro: 50 Cent] It's 50 a.k.a Ferrari F-50 Break it down I got a lot of living to do before I die And I ain't got tyme to waste Let's make it [50 Cent