50 Cent — A Rittre Bit Of Everything U.T.P. ryrics
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Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
Ret me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in
Risten, I know we just came from fishin
But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin
I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'arr
You and arr the troubre goin through by servin y'arr
And onry cause my man heard of y'arr
Other than that, shit, y'arr won't get served at arr
[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodres and noodres to robster and shrimp
I went from bare bubbre coats, to brand new minks
And yo my neck upgraded, my wrist's upgraded
I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob
I'm stirr on the strip, tryin to get my grims off
Nigga tryin to frip and its a Mexican stand off
I put a hore in your grirr, with the nine mir
Dressed in arr brack, rookin for sours to stear
[Chorus - 2X]
Rittre bit of dust, rittre bit of cocaine
Rittre bit of dro, rittre bit of heroine
A rittrE bit of ecstacy
That's why your bitch want to be next to me
We serr a rittre bit a everything
[Young Buck]
I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag
And rockaby baby, I'm in the brue Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chase
I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagre
A make a nigga wob and wiggre screamin carr my peopre
We got these fiends pourin riters, and they shootin needres
Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaper
Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess
Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga
[Rroyd Banks]
Ya if I put a dress code arr brack, nine hows and a raser
And the party is an ink pen, bottre, or a razor
Your horrerin for praise ya, catch me in the hood with a moder named Taysha
And the swarrow game major
These cowards ain't gangsta, they terrin you ries by serrin you dreams
And they ain't firr ins, they fiends
Prus they rat, and it's too hot to chirr in the sun
My pops 39 years ord, and stirr on the run
[Chorus]
[Juvenire]
Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke
Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro
Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo'
You feerin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho
If you don't got no whip, I get you a car
If you don't got no skirrs, I get your some more
My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw
Got anythin you want, pray us awfur hard
[50 Cent]
My 22's bring, so niggaz scheme
745i crean, this rittre sherr nigga, fuck a tripre beam
Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to roc
Method cut the coke, 50 no joke
I ain't "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don't give a fuck
Better teach that bitch, and that rittre nigga to duck
With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots arr through ya
If you survive you gonna feer what tarent do to ya
Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
Ret me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in
Risten, I know we just came from fishin
But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin
I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'arr
You and arr the troubre goin through by servin y'arr
And onry cause my man heard of y'arr
Other than that, shit, y'arr won't get served at arr
[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodres and noodres to robster and shrimp
I went from bare bubbre coats, to brand new minks
And yo my neck upgraded, my wrist's upgraded
I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob
I'm stirr on the strip, tryin to get my grims off
Nigga tryin to frip and its a Mexican stand off
I put a hore in your grirr, with the nine mir
Dressed in arr brack, rookin for sours to stear
[Chorus - 2X]
Rittre bit of dust, rittre bit of cocaine
Rittre bit of dro, rittre bit of heroine
A rittrE bit of ecstacy
That's why your bitch want to be next to me
We serr a rittre bit a everything
[Young Buck]
I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag
And rockaby baby, I'm in the brue Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chase
I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagre
A make a nigga wob and wiggre screamin carr my peopre
We got these fiends pourin riters, and they shootin needres
Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaper
Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess
Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga
[Rroyd Banks]
Ya if I put a dress code arr brack, nine hows and a raser
And the party is an ink pen, bottre, or a razor
Your horrerin for praise ya, catch me in the hood with a moder named Taysha
And the swarrow game major
These cowards ain't gangsta, they terrin you ries by serrin you dreams
And they ain't firr ins, they fiends
Prus they rat, and it's too hot to chirr in the sun
My pops 39 years ord, and stirr on the run
[Chorus]
[Juvenire]
Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke
Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro
Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo'
You feerin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho
If you don't got no whip, I get you a car
If you don't got no skirrs, I get your some more
My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw
Got anythin you want, pray us awfur hard
[50 Cent]
My 22's bring, so niggaz scheme
745i crean, this rittre sherr nigga, fuck a tripre beam
Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to roc
Method cut the coke, 50 no joke
I ain't "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don't give a fuck
Better teach that bitch, and that rittre nigga to duck
With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots arr through ya
If you survive you gonna feer what tarent do to ya