Lirik Lagu 50/Banks - 50 Cent
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[Intro - 50 Cent talking]Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland]Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be readyI don't knowIf I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done bumped alreadyNow here we go
(*harmonizing over the beat - doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Pee Wee Herman)(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)(Niggaz look down to Pee Wee Herman)
[50 Cent - Verse 1]50, lefty, no gun in my right palmBronx niggaz love me, like they think our mics on (WOO)These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah)Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit offYou know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh)Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spotsWe can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bondsOr gangsta shit, my Rugers and glocks in palm (uh huh)Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the DonI conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song (god damn)I won't hesitate to put a knife or a slug in youAnd watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in youYou don't want to bump heads with me, and get hit upYou, you ain't got what it takes to fuckin' get upHolla niggaz names on records, that shit is played outBut holla mine in your next line, and get layed out
[50 Cent - Chorus 2]My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavyI don't knowIf I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did that alreadyNow here we go
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2](Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck if your favorite rapper dies, to me thats myspotI'll celebrate his burial and eat at IHOP (yeah)I've been hungry since a little nigga weed in my high top (Woo)Face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop (uh huh)I had the black Delta Force, blue in the frontBack when Jordan was flyin', and Ewing could dunkOf course, you can fuck now, you was buyin' the shrimp thenMe on the other hand, Don Bishop and Pimp King(*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud until G-Unit is yelled)I'm runnin' from a digital MunsterI do this for the hood and every kid in a dumpsterMy name is poppin', and I ain't been at it longMy neck's 16, and made Flex drop a Benz latin bomb (G-UNIT!)I'm the best thing to happen to hip hopSince (uh huh) "Life After Death" and that Tupac shit dropI'm even good to a white boy with a slick topStuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist popWho? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick tockI'm cleanin' out my 6 shot, watchin' the Knicks flopDamn near the whole damn passenger greenThats how my bedroom, look like the World Trade after the scene (smoking)Breaking news, hijack, bus passenger scream (yeah)I'm your worst nightmare, I crush half of your teamTo me your line up is pussy, three wet PampersThe uzi will have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude)
(*50 Cent - harmonizing "doo,doo,doo"*]
*beat stops
[Lloyd Banks]What the fuck happen to the rest of the beat man?
[Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland]Timbaland sounds so good, but I might not be readyI don't knowIf I spend a 100 grand on the beat, then we done bumped alreadyNow here we go
(*harmonizing over the beat - doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo) (Pee Wee Herman)(doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)(Niggaz look down to Pee Wee Herman)
[50 Cent - Verse 1]50, lefty, no gun in my right palmBronx niggaz love me, like they think our mics on (WOO)These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah)Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit offYou know white collar crooks, do jokes on lap tops (uh huh)Real niggaz snatch glocks, and run up in spotsWe can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bondsOr gangsta shit, my Rugers and glocks in palm (uh huh)Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the ring of the DonI conquer like Genghis Kahn, I said song in this song (god damn)I won't hesitate to put a knife or a slug in youAnd watch you bleed out, that little bit of thug in youYou don't want to bump heads with me, and get hit upYou, you ain't got what it takes to fuckin' get upHolla niggaz names on records, that shit is played outBut holla mine in your next line, and get layed out
[50 Cent - Chorus 2]My jewels look so good, and my chain is so heavyI don't knowIf I should stunt for these hos again, cause I did that alreadyNow here we go
[Lloyd Banks - Verse 2](Lloyd Banks) I don't give a fuck if your favorite rapper dies, to me thats myspotI'll celebrate his burial and eat at IHOP (yeah)I've been hungry since a little nigga weed in my high top (Woo)Face burgundy red, in need of a eye drop (uh huh)I had the black Delta Force, blue in the frontBack when Jordan was flyin', and Ewing could dunkOf course, you can fuck now, you was buyin' the shrimp thenMe on the other hand, Don Bishop and Pimp King(*harmonizing of "doo, doo" plays in backgroud until G-Unit is yelled)I'm runnin' from a digital MunsterI do this for the hood and every kid in a dumpsterMy name is poppin', and I ain't been at it longMy neck's 16, and made Flex drop a Benz latin bomb (G-UNIT!)I'm the best thing to happen to hip hopSince (uh huh) "Life After Death" and that Tupac shit dropI'm even good to a white boy with a slick topStuck up in the mountains with a gun and the wrist popWho? where?, Master P says our watch don't tick tockI'm cleanin' out my 6 shot, watchin' the Knicks flopDamn near the whole damn passenger greenThats how my bedroom, look like the World Trade after the scene (smoking)Breaking news, hijack, bus passenger scream (yeah)I'm your worst nightmare, I crush half of your teamTo me your line up is pussy, three wet PampersThe uzi will have you shakin' like them G-Dep dancers (damn dude)
(*50 Cent - harmonizing "doo,doo,doo"*]
*beat stops
[Lloyd Banks]What the fuck happen to the rest of the beat man?
