oh yeah Don't let go, don't let go Just wipe the tears from your eyes Ease your pain, erase all the hurt inside Don't let go, don't let go Just wipe
Traduzione: Take 6. Non Let Go.
edit, now let's get it (let's get it) [Chorus] Make this money, take this money (let's get it) Ain't no way you can take this from me (let's get it)
of funk Get gone, beat your feet kick rocks Baby you know how it go, cause we pack big glocks Hard knocks don't stop, won't stop And won't squit baby
she got that Goose Tellin' her that she can take that, take that The beat got her trippin' and the heat got her pumpin' And she screamin' at the DJ "Don't
's next man?) What's next, I don't know and I don't care One things fo' sho', tommorrow I won't be here But if I go, I'm takin all these punks with me
sound of police who run the street really And every hood let you grow from the hustlaz up at Harlem to the shot callers in O' And though, Congress, don't
nigga's just a little bigger, he tryna fuck me out my cash, imma blast nigga, he don't know i gotta tell ya like the last nigga, gotta go No need to run
my soul? Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm told Come take my body God, don't let me suffer any longer Smoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't
heard me? Don't make me go and get the gat out the stash Ya heard me? I'll come back and pop one in your ass Ya heard me? Don't play with the money, no
heard me? Don't make me go and get the Gat out the stash Ya heard me? I'll come back and pop one in your ass Ya heard me? Don't play wit the money, no
knew I didn't need her If it wasn't for my seed, I wouldn't even hafta see her She tried to front like she don't need me, she miss me, believe me It's
hit ya passenger, hit ya driver G-Unit, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver (You heard my nigga, you don't know a fuckin' clique liver) [Chorus] As times go
and bring me mine [Outro - 50 Cent talking] Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you nigga You know, uh, don't say I don't look out for ya Ya
34 she revolve 6 times Then I fiend her more [Chorus] [Verse 2:] When niggaz get the trippin' I need you by my side so that they can't catch me slippin' I take
done put P with Afficial something better in here I'm tryin to take em where they ain't been Somethin out they price range Ain't in they budget, you know they can't
got cough with rocks but the judge just won't stop my nerves is at their ends I just really, really wanna go home I promise to get a job go to school
we heatin' up Ready for rush hour Throwin' up gas and powder Screamin' money and the power die Motherfucker, go try your luck up and fuck up Don't let