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Yo U Kno Me I'm A Straight-Up Nigga so I Tell A Bitch Exactly What I Wanna Do Ya Knah Sayin? if I'm In A Club And I'm Tryin To Go Home I'm Like "yo Ma Wa*sup" ya Kno Get Wit U Ya Kno i Mean Tonight Tho, Not Like Next Month none Of Dat Other Shit Ya Knah Sayin? but U Kno Every Now And Then I Be Lyin i Aint Gonn Front, I Be Lyin To The Hoes Man i Can Tell A Bitch Exactly What She Wanna Hear [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] i Wanna Be The Reason U Smile After U Wipe Ya Tears the Reason You Have The Courage To Confront Ya Fears the Reason Theres 2 Karats In Each Of Ya Ears i'll Splurge Wit The Paper Ma, I Dont Care how U Like It, Pumps Or Boots? jeeps Or Coupes? Minks Or Leathers? 50 Fall Off Never whats Mine Is Yours And Whats Yours Is Mine cuz When I Shine, You Shine C'mon fine Champange, We Can Toast To Life crap Table In Vegas U Could Toss The Dice don't Let Ya Friends Get U Confused, Sayin "50 Bad News" i Need U In My Life Girl, Ya Too Much To Lose ay Puffy Stop Makin Them Muthaf**kin "i Miss J.Lo" Records Nigga yo Chi, Turn This Shit Off Man I Aint Feelin This Shit Right Now put Sum Hard Shit On --Beats Switches-- yea C'mon Uh Hahaha Yo [Chorus 2x - 50 Cent] nigga U Wont Deny That I'm A f**kin Rider you Dont Wanna Bump Heads Wit Me i'll Put A Hole In Yo a*s You'll See that It Aint Cool To f**k Wit Me [Verse 2 - Tony Yayo] g Unit.. I Roll Wit Gorillaz f**k A Big Bodyguard I Hang Wit Pint-Sized Killers i Aint Tryin To Be Dirty - Still On The Strip i'm Tryin To Be Dirty - Filthy Rich give A Nigga Too Much Rope He Think He A Cowboy give Him Too Much Dope I'm Pushin A Big Boy v-12 Xl Detail i Rap And Wait For Dem Checks In The Mail and If U Hatin In Due Time Ya Life Will Expire cuz My Guns Speak Jamaican They Be Like "bloodfire!" where I'm From Niggas Be On Sum Sneak Shit when Hungry Use They Lighters To Cook They Beef Stick and Its Dro And Its Nestle, Got Me Right so My Lungs Be As Black As Wesley Snipes i'm On First Cla*s Flights Headed Towards Vegas not Slot Machine Niggas, We Crap Table Playas i Roll A 7 Cuz We Crap Table Playas [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks] i Kno Alot Of Niggas Want Banks Gone but My Kinda Beef'll f**k Up Ya Grill And Not The Kind U Put Franks Gone i'm Hot Now So My Meals Is Home-Cooked i Deal Wit More Hoes Than A Chinese Phonebook you Hidin Wit Ya Messed-Up Ratchets i'm Out Blowin Haze Bags The Size Of Ketchup Packets f**k Uz' In Ya Ride, This Tool's On My Side got Females Standin' Wit Tattoos On Her Thighs visualize Cats Losin They Wives cuz The Next Time I See Em They Got Black And Blues On They Eyes nah I Aint Ready To Die But I'm Prepared i'd Rather Grow Old Wit Gray Hairs In My Bed they Kno Me In The Field, The Kid Wit The