watch me go Too up too down terrace town, numbing all the senses Well I just left home but I've seen that porch before Well, I'm too up too down terrace
flexin' Keep shakin' that ass at me Pop that coochie, freak so nasty Double up on the table top Hit them switches now make that ass drop Girl, get wide open Up
must be based on nothin better than communication Known to damage and highly flamable like gas stations Sorry I left that ass waitin No more procrastination give up
here you are We world wide mob figgaz [Chorus: repeat 2X] We got homies on the front line livin it up We got ladies in the back straight givin it up
niggas came up' that's right baby life goes on.... and we up out this bitch hey Kato, Mental y'all niggas make sure it's popin' when we get up there
bitch niggas is listenin, The World Is Mine Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up Heard the guns bust but you tricks never shut me up Touch one of
Everybody wants to test me, WHY ME? No lie, nuckas cried when they try me Givin up the roughness, justice I'ma bust as I'm rippin up 'nuff hits And guess
We serve em, like Pac told us to, catch em wet with the tec Hit em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to Napoleon the front line soldier, front
Respect is thrown out the window left for the crows to munch on You cannot believe everything that you read in front of your own face "When will you wake up
here to groove Grab a fella that you like now everybody move Hook Breakdown: Front back side to side up down left to right Front back side to side up down left
me, I wanna know what thats 'bout Nigga I know you aint mad, I done came up And If you are, fuck you 'cause I aint changed up The O.G's wanna talk but
I'll react crazy, put a hole thru ya front and ya back maybe But dude if you try me, I'll have ya ass hooked up to an IV I'll leave ya witnesses when
sitting on dubs, that's why u mad chump Don't make me hit ya up, 50 cent will split ya up I lay you down, them carnids will come and get ya up See 50
four You front on me, I'm gonna get at you dog I be right at your crib, waitin' at your door (What up bitches) [Verse 2] Comin' up I ain't had much,
fo-fo You front on me I'm gone get at your dawg I be at rite are your crib, right at your door What up 50? Coming up I ain't have much, but I wanted
,G-Unit (repeat) (50 Cent-between Banks) G-Unit nigga that's what's up (repeat 6x) (50 Cent) I blast 50 Cent nigga that's what's up (Lloyd Banks) Right
babies, famous in they strollers Before they walk they knew the hood talk It's in the air of New York So everybody'll pick em up, kissin em up Treatin
the philly I stay with the heater, cut the D with Bonita My wifey kept acting up, so I had to leave her It hurted when I left, but I knew I didn't need