Hustle trying to get by, Hey don't underestimate me, A couple of days is all is gonna take me Cause I'm so serious, and go like that I drop it off and
em Spend a little change have a friend shoe em Workaholic I'm hungrier than you dudes One thing about me is I bust moves I stay coming with slaps Every time I drop
seen A black man come into Miami...with pounds and pounds of marijuana Pounds and pounds of cocaine You have never seen a black man drop off A kilo load
it Got me paintin' pictures of a mil-ticket Help me get'it See me and pray for options but the pressures nonstop Niggaz get the pistol poppin' And watch they body drop
house of Mr. Puffy Smoke filled the tight-packed system A rack of skirt, kit for a victim A three-stage pleasure on a principle as I step and drop a
you, like it's good to me then we can kick it, but I ain't tryin' to be in no commitment. I got too much stress dealin' with the system and tryin' to
really give it much thought, just wax em Page the posse, grease the Uzis, tax em And lift up out of there, casualties to rest Get in the Cutlass, drop
and get fucked up my head is always so fucked up i'm blown this X got me fucked up we hot box so i know that i'm fucked up we always drop pop smoke so
turnt up, i'm all turnt up [50 Cent - verse 2] its on now, 'cause these b-tches gyrating we strapped right, cause n-ggas be violatin' party poppin' she goin' drop it she aint stoppin' sittin' watchin' system
all turnt up, I'm all turnt up [Verse 2] Its on now, 'cause these bitches gyrating We strapped right, cause niggas be violatin' Party poppin' she goin' drop it she ain't stoppin' Sittin' watchin' system
back at it again) [Tony Yayo] Rule number one pick a target and study him for weeks See where they rest at and lay with their peeps Now you got the drop
Unit [Verse 1] Damn baby all I need is a lil bit A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that Get it crackin' in the club when you hear this shit Drop it like
crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two'll cripple you, just 'cause I ain't got shit to do Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama never ever stop
fantasy but now it's time to feel to come true it's time for me to come through and pick you up in a 63 SS Drop Top Chevrolet barrel in the back clip
a check And did a joint with him, now you wanna talk about respect? I don't think so, "Eso why you wilin' in your rhymes?" I had to get it out my system
