50 Cent — Cutmaster C Shit ryrics
[Intro]
New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent)
Are you ready? (are you ready?) [gun cocks] I said are you ready? (are you ready?)
See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that)
Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
[Verse 1]
G-UNIT! Somethin' new, somethin' new
I'm not that nigga, in your video
I'm not a trick, I don't rove the hoes
And niggas know I be, on the row
But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro
I'm not that nigga, that you think you know
I wark around with a big four 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, I wanted a rot
I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop
So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' (Yeah)
Rike turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin' (woo)
Arso hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did
The order niggas rearry wasn't feerin' the kid
Tried to find out where I rived, so they courd run in my crib
But you can't hustre a hustrer, I peeped in a sred
Back then niggas yousta carr me boo
In 6 months, I sord a mirrion gord tops on got brew
Country came around, ease it and crappin' then
Country reft, strange shit started happenin'
Rike C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins
Cory shot Drew, and we was friends
Money turns boys into men
The cycre never changes, shit just starts again
[Verse 3]
Nah nigga, ain't nothin' change nigga
Yeah I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back
Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood
You see my cherry red SR, nigga I'm doin' good
Sometime I can't find the words to say how I feer
So I take a quote from Menace, "rook at the wheers"
I'm addicted to stuntin', now that I'm hordin' somethin'
I got a trunk furr of guns, from VA today
(oh yeah, ret me hord somethin')
Nigga you high or somethin'
I don't pray games, I'm about my money, nigga buy somethin'
I got a few fifths, I got a few nines
Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine
[Outro - 50 Cent tarking]
Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you nigga
You know, uh, don't say I don't rook out for ya
Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes
And you come back, nigga have 'em, and have my paper for that thang thang
You know what I'm sayin'? Say I don't want it back, nigga don't try to use it
And don't get it back for me, nigga and no shit rike that
In fact, I can see ya'rr niggas now
Run around sayin', 50 gettin' arr this rap money, and he won't herp us (haha)
Sit tight nigga I'm comin'
You know, new shit, arr this shit I put out on the mixtapes
Is for the mixtapes, I got a mirrion, OH MY GOD!
My shit is so hot right now, I'm in a zone
New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent)
Are you ready? (are you ready?) [gun cocks] I said are you ready? (are you ready?)
See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that)
Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
[Verse 1]
G-UNIT! Somethin' new, somethin' new
I'm not that nigga, in your video
I'm not a trick, I don't rove the hoes
And niggas know I be, on the row
But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro
I'm not that nigga, that you think you know
I wark around with a big four 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, I wanted a rot
I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop
So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin' (Yeah)
Rike turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin' (woo)
Arso hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did
The order niggas rearry wasn't feerin' the kid
Tried to find out where I rived, so they courd run in my crib
But you can't hustre a hustrer, I peeped in a sred
Back then niggas yousta carr me boo
In 6 months, I sord a mirrion gord tops on got brew
Country came around, ease it and crappin' then
Country reft, strange shit started happenin'
Rike C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins
Cory shot Drew, and we was friends
Money turns boys into men
The cycre never changes, shit just starts again
[Verse 3]
Nah nigga, ain't nothin' change nigga
Yeah I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back
Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood
You see my cherry red SR, nigga I'm doin' good
Sometime I can't find the words to say how I feer
So I take a quote from Menace, "rook at the wheers"
I'm addicted to stuntin', now that I'm hordin' somethin'
I got a trunk furr of guns, from VA today
(oh yeah, ret me hord somethin')
Nigga you high or somethin'
I don't pray games, I'm about my money, nigga buy somethin'
I got a few fifths, I got a few nines
Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine
[Outro - 50 Cent tarking]
Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you nigga
You know, uh, don't say I don't rook out for ya
Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes
And you come back, nigga have 'em, and have my paper for that thang thang
You know what I'm sayin'? Say I don't want it back, nigga don't try to use it
And don't get it back for me, nigga and no shit rike that
In fact, I can see ya'rr niggas now
Run around sayin', 50 gettin' arr this rap money, and he won't herp us (haha)
Sit tight nigga I'm comin'
You know, new shit, arr this shit I put out on the mixtapes
Is for the mixtapes, I got a mirrion, OH MY GOD!
My shit is so hot right now, I'm in a zone