Oh Go(Go, Go) Go Stupid(Go, Go, Go) Go Dumb(Go, Go, Go) Go Stupid(Go, Go) Gotta Hit That Bitch Oh Go Hit That Bitch Oh Go Hit That Bitch Oh Go Hit That
Hit That Bitch Oh Go(Go, Go) Go Stupid(Go, Go, Go) Go Dumb(Go, Go, Go) Go Stupid(Go, Go) Gotta Hit That Bitch Oh Go Hit That Bitch Oh Go Hit That Bitch
in a concert, take it to the fuckin' trunk Talkin' all that bullshit, talkin' all that shit on wax, Talkin' all that yak-yak, but I'ma split your Kool-Aid pack
) [x2] In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style) Bustin em up I'm (flowin in file with a new style) Now break it down for me Oh Daddy oh
: I know everyone has their fucking version of this but, no one did it justice so?here we go tell your bitch to stop complaining bout her achy tits
you know (toniqht is the niqht I let you know) Hey, I just can't do it baby Listen to my words baby Listen I dnt really wanna talk to you riqht now So pack
six pack When you hear that click clack bitch, better get back quick One to the chest make niggas do back flips [Chorus: 50 Cent] Some shots'll happen to go
the grass is just the same On the other side of the tracks, oh no ["A" LATIN BREAK] Ooh when you smile it's like a holiday Ooh pack your bags and we
let me tell you what I was. Can't go back baby! We've evolved! We were once dead in our trespasses, now we're alive to God baby! Oh!
Say na me be one wey dey make plan Say I go create a scenery where better go plenty Make we dey give chance Instead to dey pack the money go France To
the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on the regular fuck when it counts Tryin to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce Gettin ghost on the five-oh
to the pen Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow..
: ['Pac talking] Big Syke, Newt, Hank Beugard, Big Sur (yeah) Y'all know how this shit go (y'know) {All Eyez On Me} Motherfuckin O.G. Roll up in
in?) Who do you (Blessed and still breathin) Oh blessed, oh blessed (Before I'm leavin I'm askin the grievin - who do you believe in?) [singer] Oh who
Chorus] Oh My Oh My Oh My I Think Them Bitches Hatin On Me Oh My Oh My Oh My I Think Them Niggas Hatin On Me Excuse Me Sir, Can I Have My Swagga Back?
on cage man? [beat starts] [Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Yeah! G-Unit man! 50Cent man! What? Uh-huh! Yeah! Yo! {Whooooo! Whoooooo! } [Verse:] When the street lights go
we on the 900 double R Hondas watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips while Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs all
