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Verse 1
Am
Em
Ha ha ha! I told niggas
not to shoot dice with me
G
Am
Em
Look at this stack, I got money, I got money!
Ha ha ha
Verse 2
Am
trip,
I'll kill you if you fuck with my grip
Em
I won't hesitate to let off a clip
G
Am
Aw nigga don't trip,
you gon' make me get on some shit
Em
Run up on you quick, wet up your whip
you gon' get your monkey-ass hit
C
hit
tryin to fuck with my clique
G
Am
Aw nigga don't trip,
C
in case you didn't know who this is
Em
It's 50 Cent bitch, G-Unit
Verse 3
Am
I come through your hood,
Em
stunting in my yellow Lam'
Murcielago, top down, nigga damn
G
Am
I'm the biggest crook from New
York since Son of Sam
Em
Cruising, bumping Buck's shit,
Ruger in my hand
Am
Thinking the East ain't enough,
it's time to expand
C
Em
I plan to head out West
and plant my feet down
Am
A nigga big as King Kong in the street now
C
Em
I do a little house shopping,
and buy me a crib
Am
It's palm trees and pretty
bitches out in Cali kid
C
Em
I touch the Hollywood paper,
G
go and shoot me some flicks
Am
Have some supermodel bitches come
Em
Mama'd turn in her grave
G
if I married a white chick
Am
But Becky'll suck the chrome
off a Chevy and shit
C
Em
Niggas be wearing fake shines,
I'm rocking a lil' charm
Am
30 carats on the pinky,
kiss the ring on the Don
Em
Crack open that Cali bud,
G
stuff the weed in the palm
Verse 4
Em
but me I'll hustle harder
G
Am
I got what you need, them trees,
Em
that hard, that powder
Am
My niggas move G-packs, every
Em
every hour on the hour
Am
They shoot when I say shoot,
Em
so I'm in a position of power
You fuck around if you wanna
Verse 5
Am
Where I'm from you learn
to blend in or get touched
C
Em
I don't need niggas for support,
I don't walk with a crutch
G
Am
Niggas know my steez, they
don't fuck with me son
Em
You got a appetite for hollow-tips,
I I feed you my gun
Am
This is that Ferrari F-50 shit,
it's real laid back
Em
Type shit you recline to in the Maybachs
Am
I got two shooters now on
the run from the fuzz
Em
You get the same shit for ten
G
bodies you get from one cuz
Am
I live life in the fast lane,
hundred miles an hour
Em
Chrome and some wood grain
G
Am
You know a nigga still really
tryin to move 'caine
Em
Make a little extra money on the side mayne,
I ain't playing
Am
I'm up early with the birds,
word, putting that work in
Em
Pirellis on the Porsche chirping,
I'm making moves
Am
I got a hundred mil from music,
a hundred grand from crack
Em
I'm goin' to see my jeweler
so I can blow a stack
Verse 6
Em
but me I'll hustle harder
G
Am
I got what you need, them trees,
Em
that hard, that powder
Am
My niggas move G-packs, every
Em
every hour on the hour
Am
They shoot when I say shoot,
Em
so I'm in a position of power
Outro 1
You fuck around if you wanna
Am
Em
G
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
Em
Am
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