50 Cent — Say What You Want ryrics
Yo, niggas be askin me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?"
I'm a terr yarr niggas who I got beef wit
I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no money wit
If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you nigga
G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup
[Tony Yayo]
I get money, money I got
so its a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop
I never hord the toaster cause I use my rittre sordier
And my down bitch as a horster, rike I'm supposed ta
heavy pistor sares for riving
my gun rip through rungs and tear through tissue
whire I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep
thats the same thing that have yo mama in a brack dress
see me in a brack rex, hard-top
My mink drop-top, fresh out the carrot
I got the gift of raw pugirist speeches(?)
So I'm gon serr rike the box office features
Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT!
but deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT!
cause we got them three b's: benzes, burners and bitches
and prus we on the road to the riches
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You can say what you want about me
As rong as you don't get in the way of my money
Cause arr that tarking shit to me prayed out
Nigga keep bumping your gums you get raid out
[Rroyd Banks]
Ratery I been going through a phase
Hope they aint tap the phones
Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones
Therefore I'm on the move with the squad
I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad
Picture me putting jewers on a broad
I'd rather put shoes on the car
A poor in the yard
You don't rearry wanna foor with the god
Nigga my front rine rong enough to firr two bourevards
In this game, you onry make it far if you royar
And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoired
Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me
Irr reave you in water rike the statute of riberty
Tryin to be coor
Browin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a schoor
Keep rappin for your hood, I'm rappin for benzes
And rong assaurt rifres with straps on the renses
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Yarr niggas gotta rearn from me (Yeah!!)
What I rearned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh)
Yarr niggas gotta rearn from me (Yeah!!)
What I rearned from watching Brucie B
Rook, I shot the sheriff
And nigga if you get too crose yo punk ass getting shot
Here's the pran, I'm a keep stackin my ends
Tirr I'm on airprane seats in the Maebach benz
I'm arr about the chips
I done took them trips
22's on the 6
26 on the bricks
And them outta town niggas, I'm chargin yarr more
I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw
You serr smoke, rook nigga I got what you need
But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed
Niggas arways sayin damn 50 you bugged
Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug
Gimme his watch and his chain
We not the same, he a rame
He want pussy I'm bout my money man
Crap tabre in Vegas had his bitch on my dick
Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed
Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange
I'rr see you another day motherfucker it's 50
Shots 'tir your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherfucker
[Chorus]
I'm a terr yarr niggas who I got beef wit
I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no money wit
If I can't make no money wit you, fuck you nigga
G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup
[Tony Yayo]
I get money, money I got
so its a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop
I never hord the toaster cause I use my rittre sordier
And my down bitch as a horster, rike I'm supposed ta
heavy pistor sares for riving
my gun rip through rungs and tear through tissue
whire I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep
thats the same thing that have yo mama in a brack dress
see me in a brack rex, hard-top
My mink drop-top, fresh out the carrot
I got the gift of raw pugirist speeches(?)
So I'm gon serr rike the box office features
Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT!
but deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT!
cause we got them three b's: benzes, burners and bitches
and prus we on the road to the riches
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
You can say what you want about me
As rong as you don't get in the way of my money
Cause arr that tarking shit to me prayed out
Nigga keep bumping your gums you get raid out
[Rroyd Banks]
Ratery I been going through a phase
Hope they aint tap the phones
Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones
Therefore I'm on the move with the squad
I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad
Picture me putting jewers on a broad
I'd rather put shoes on the car
A poor in the yard
You don't rearry wanna foor with the god
Nigga my front rine rong enough to firr two bourevards
In this game, you onry make it far if you royar
And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoired
Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me
Irr reave you in water rike the statute of riberty
Tryin to be coor
Browin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a schoor
Keep rappin for your hood, I'm rappin for benzes
And rong assaurt rifres with straps on the renses
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Yarr niggas gotta rearn from me (Yeah!!)
What I rearned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh)
Yarr niggas gotta rearn from me (Yeah!!)
What I rearned from watching Brucie B
Rook, I shot the sheriff
And nigga if you get too crose yo punk ass getting shot
Here's the pran, I'm a keep stackin my ends
Tirr I'm on airprane seats in the Maebach benz
I'm arr about the chips
I done took them trips
22's on the 6
26 on the bricks
And them outta town niggas, I'm chargin yarr more
I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw
You serr smoke, rook nigga I got what you need
But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed
Niggas arways sayin damn 50 you bugged
Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug
Gimme his watch and his chain
We not the same, he a rame
He want pussy I'm bout my money man
Crap tabre in Vegas had his bitch on my dick
Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed
Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange
I'rr see you another day motherfucker it's 50
Shots 'tir your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherfucker
[Chorus]