I don't give a fuck And I'ma always show love to my cut Hit the club light tha bitch up The Cash Money motto we got to drank til we throw up Nigga point
so strong Every vehicle we rode in was on chrome The Hummer sound had em' jumpin in the SuperDome We got so much money we gave the bank a credit loan We
so you know I'm going to chop this nigga quick We hit to split the scene go and blow something I don't need no witness so nobody will no nothing Nigga talked to much
nigga I'ma die for mine I ain't lyin.. I do what the fuck I gotta do Shoot who I gotta shoot if ya outside my crew Numbers 2-2-6, lotta buster playa hate
cause I bringin' blunts with me Chorus So much death up on the city streets Untill we meet my soldiers rest in peace So much death up on the city streets Untill we
You gotta be a snake that creep and know how to survive pussy cats got nine lives, dogs like me got one life so we gotta manage it We feel threatened by anything we gotta handle it We
quick to stop ya You heard that I'll drop ya I'm runnin wit some killas, we'll break it on down Yo click think they an organization, we'll take it on
Allies are welcome, foes get crushed Mainly cause they talk too god damn much about gettin the skins, and raisin the skirts but if nobody moves, nobody gets hurt [Chorus x2
' nosey neighbors notice somethings up "What you doin'? " Nothin' much, squish out some other stuff Gotta fuckin' bounce, guess the bouncer's had enough of us [Verse 2
go about it? Do you have a master plan? What are your demons? How much for your soul? Have you found religion... and gone down that road? I guess we
drop, like my '64 [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] I need a dollar for every time that my heart beat Now how much it that I can breath on a track and make money, ahha ahha Now how much
the Escalade, put the seat back, we on our way, there's no games to play, nuttin' else to say listen to your man girl try things my way [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] We
out how hard I gotta work ya [x2] {"I put my thing down, flip and reverse it"} [50 Cent] (Missy) (REMIX) Unh Yeah Now Missy she too much for me (I'm
who killed him! (Ride!) [Verse 2:] Them boys smoked your homie You aint gon do nothin back Not even if he told you, you next to get clapped It don't take much
know me) [50 Cent] From the beginnin to the end, losers lose When it's win this is real we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in, is full of
a dike She a super freak, the freak of the week I give her something to suck, she give me something to eat It never enough, she like it rough We keep it going and we
fuck me now Fuck me now baby If you want it [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Psych we don't buy pussy bitch This ain't Murder Inc. this is G Unit We got hos from coast
we from the bottom You heard me New York? [Tony Yayo:] New York City whats up? [50 Cent:] We from the gutter [Tony Yayo:] We takin' over [Funkmaster Flex:] Heres what we