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50 Cent( Curtis James Jackson III )
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Misdemeanors
From New York to Compton, real respect, real One hand on the wheel, one hand on the steel Roll that, pass that, cock that, blast that Flip that, flash that, I'm always where the cash at
That's why I'm in a nigga crib screaming where the stash at Nigga, come up with the chips and get hit This is that Beretta bounce, that full clip sound That six shot revolver dance, now spin around
Any day gunplay, Friday, Monday Strawberry Sunday, I'll light up your Hyundai Your hoopty hit up, you ain't dead get up Nigga, one to the git-ut, 'll hurt more than your sit ups
It's nasty it's foul right, this is what my style like Bang Bang, G Unit's the gang, mang I reload and unload, I explode On the track I'm more addicting to crack, better yet to smack
I'll take you higher and higher 50 is fire, word to Maniyah Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com This is not the beginning, I'm not done winning Pray the God keep me from sinning, the shit that I been in Got me ready to squeeze, breeze, fuck the D's Niggas spit bars, but they not like these
This is that Porsche, Carrera, Ferrari, F 50 flow The type shit that bring flocks of 0's Can you feel it? I make you feel it I'll have the hood and the frenzie on some real shit
You rocking with the don dada, the blood clot charters Follow orders, they treat me like I walk on water I'm the Tapdance king when I come to the bricks I get to stepping in the name of love this shit
Trust me, this is not what they expected The kid back around to wreck shit Niggas relief on the walls of fire the jewels 'll blind em The unit be shining like no other motherfucker
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