, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't get down, I can't get up, I can
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the club shut down We won't go oh oh oh Burn it down To the flo oh oh oh Ayo me say day oh Daylight come and we don't wanna go home I just met this sexy
we can start a new phase The smokes got the club all hazy, Spotlights don't do you justice baby Why don't you come over here, you got me saying Aayooh I
can't tie me down Baby doll, check it out, I get around What you mean you don't know? I get around The Underground just don't stop for hoes, I get around
feet up And no I ain't braggin' I got gun to spray ya block up Like I'm taggin' Niggas better back the fuck up Before I drag em' I be the B-R-I-D-G-E
u blood thro it up [x8] Yo, Ayo I got bloods in manhattan like taxi cabs, I don?t eat sea food, so fuck them crabs, I got homies on the set that bust @ crabs, I
I don't need her! I was born alone I die alone! - I be in the zone Bitches won't leave me 'lone, now that my money long! [gunshot] [Chorus:] Since a
one! Yeah! [50 Cent:] They say I ain't lyrical! They say I ain't a miracle (yeah!) I say some hard shit so they say I ain't spiritual! (uh-huh!) They
it pop Make it rain for us so she don't stop I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch In her fantasy, there's plain to see Just how it be, on me, backstrokin
Actin' like I ain't 'bout that. [Chorus: 50 Cent] I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that! [shot] {OOH! } I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'
I won't say it See if you don't brag, then I don't brag I know I'm bad, as long as I know I'm bad I don't need y'all to co-sign no shit You can just
Unit there! {YOUNG BUCK! } Here I go! - Whoever want beef, lemme know! I ain't one of them artists dissed on that P. Diddy show. I can hit you with the
I still remember the pain ya gave me I can't believe you I gotta leave you I'm packin' up and you can hit the road Jack You can take these things
Break it down, Ayo-Ayo, Ayo. Let's go, Ayo-Ayo. Ooh, sing it to me baby in my head right now. Ayo-Ayo, Ayo. Come on. Ooh, Ayo-Ayo, she'll be screaming
wet I'm done to bang that apple pie for hours then I jet I'll never buy them prostitutes when I stand I hate them baldhead bitches wit no finger nails
