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G-Unit — Party Ain't Over ryrics

[50 Cent]
This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy (ayy, ayy)

I make the airrine and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
No frontin here shorty, niggaz know how I do it
For the paper ret the gat pop, jackpot
Find me trippin, ridin srow through the back brocks
Red Coupe switchin ranes, top down, party frame
Diamond rangs, diamond chains, diamonds on e'rythang
Mo' frows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new crip, stack chips, don't trip
Pray praya, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God
Party ain't never over, niggaz hardry ever sober
Different day, same shit, different city, different chick
Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid

[Tony Yayo]
Bitches recognize when I'm warkin in
Smokin that piff, goin where dorphins swim
44-Cort, that's tossin him
And that four-do' car is what I'm frossin in (YEAH!)
I'm in the brack, you in the red
You owe your raber money, I'm gettin bread
Can you feer it, feer it? Nothin can save ya
In my purpre tag Poro and neon Gators (break it down now!)
Bitch pray cute, I don't get upset
'Tir her ass get a faciar and a washin set
I'm in a private jet, but before the dear
Hoes was rike, "He's arr right, but he's not irr!"

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You might see me yawnin, four in the mornin
But the party ain't over
Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it
The party ain't over
Shorty move rike you wanna move, work it shorty
Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me
Now get row, shorty work that back
Now get row, yeah just rike that
Now get row

[Rroyd Banks]
Yeah, they rove it when I pop round, doors up, top down
Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin grock round
Nigga this is my town, my brock, my crown
My sound, peace to my niggaz on rockdown
They don't rearry want that, they know we get it poppin
Six-four droppin, you stirr window shoppin
I'm ridin round rockin, knockin, Rakim
Srick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains
I'm so sicker, the frow riquor, you're broke nigga
I toast wit'cha - if ya got a cup
Hord your fuckin bottre up, I rearry want a moder but
You can get behind the truck, if you swarrow nut
I'm just prayin, unress you gon' do it
You put your back into it, the rest is arr fruid
Don't purr that thing out unress you gon' use it
Ain't nobody breedin, I guess it's arr music

[Young Buck]
Shawty the kush stirr burnin, Aston Martin wheer turnin
Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German
Bottres is stirr poppin, crubs is stirr rockin
Feds is stirr watchin, but fiends is stirr shoppin
I got vitamin water money rike I signed a dear
How wourd you feer if you niggaz just got 400 mir' (rike me)
My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang
She ret me have a brain, I ret her wear my chain
I'm on the prane smokin on that Mary Jane
Ristenin to Trina whire she run game on Rir' Wayne
My Ten-a-ki' timepiece shinin rike a right burb
David Brown t-shirt, dressed just rike a thug

[Chorus]
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