the M.O.B. baby. I'm so hurt!! Fa sheezy. Fa sheez. [Verse 1: Bart] I fold the cash then I hit away juss a thug fo the money, no love hit 'em up wit
money! Don't get mad, I'm hood riiiiiiich! [40Glocc:] I rock wife beaters. - white on white Sneakers 5-0, one jeans white-T no sleeves! I'm just so G
Hoe, I can't treat, nah, nah, it's '89 Back in '87 when I was stuck to the grind Money flowin like a river but hoe, I'm not trickin My Zapco's hittin
plastic, to avoid a vaginal disorder I'm a savage on your daughter She ain't in the college dorm Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her I'm
yeah, I'm 'bout that! I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that! Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! [
look out) I tear you from the rip, see me I'm 'bout to grip to find things that's what I'm about So if you wanna roll, baby come on and roll And if not
, I'm nice I only say tthings once, never twice, dont fuck with me Chorus: 50 Cent St. Louis niggaz is rowdy rowdy Cleveland niggaz is bout it bout
hot Who's on top I gotta question to ask yall foreal Tru or not If I got two guns I'm sure one gon' bust If I got two niggas wildin' out When I bust,
see me creepin' through yo hood I'm pickin' up a shot of cock, some head, and it's all good It just might be yo baby momma or sister But then again,
fame But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game I won't stop rappin, I don't stop rappin I make too much money bitch I can't stop
Ask me twenty questions, this ain't no talk show I'm not ya boyfriend, I'm not ya husband I'm not ya sugar daddy, I'm not ya best friend Don't need no
I?m the one they call the "Fat Mack" I?m givin? instructions on, "How to Lace a Phat Track" I come from hard times hopin? I?m never goin? back Never
ground, they'd holla "MINE!" You far behind, man I'm way too ahead, I might be gone. Think you had some killers ridin with you, you're home alone. I'm
back on you Then I hope this does the trick Cause I'm a sick of your complainin' About how many bills And I'm sick of all your bitchin' Bout your poodles
when I'm wet then I step to the next city [Chorus] [Outro] It's G.D. baby - who you wanna sleep with G.D. baby - who you wanna creep with G.D. baby