Songtexte:
Half A Mil Get Up

feelin this Get up, raise the glass to this Everybody roll and just *puff* to this Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up [Verse 1] This is for them

gonna jack for that silver pack where it's at I need a hit nigga I can't quit nigga Get in my way and your shit get split nigga Uptown is a cage for monkeys

with it 50 Cent, nigga, Bump Dat [50 Cent] My son ask "Daddy why carry a gun, you ain't a cop" Looked at him and said "Sometimes you gotta shoot or get

. Number one song, get a grammy, now I'm smashin. Masserati crashin', swerving through the traffic Wrap it round a pole, sell a mil off the tragedy. I

retarded kid's stool I had a dream I blew up with half a mil' sold And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone's billfold I'm from the city

like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table Half a mil on my left ankle Terry cloth Guess shorts robes is comfortable Bring me a nice bitch

I'm a go get me a grill Ain't leavin this city till I make a half a mil The block is on fire, yea it's hotter than a oven I'll bring you to my hood, niggas

gotta get me a girl (You gotta get you a what?) Hey, hey - I gotta get me a girl (You gotta get you a who?) C'mon c'mon - Nikki, Tasha, Kiki, and Laverne

map A-S-A-P Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow