(feat. Lloyd Banks, UTP)



[50 Cent:]

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[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

We poppin' them bottles every time we pose and

Takin' planes to Atlanta where they throws them bows and

Pull up in Rovers baggin' the finest hos man

Takin' pictures with bitches in designer clothes and

Niggas schemin' cause everybody's neck is froze and

We comin' through stuntin' fuck it bow down to no man

Startin' trouble for no reason we up to no good

Playin' the block all season nigga i'm so hood

Holdin' it down

Bringin' pounds through the ghetto

Baguette it down rocks colored blue and yellow

We ruin marriages nigga ya lady mine

What farmer where vests on they P-89s?

Clear from the cops no time for no baby crimes

Pushin' them drops you know the Mercedes kind

The most hated

And anticipated

Since N.W.A.

Clear the way



[Chorus: 50 Cent & (Wacko)]

I got that trey pound with me now

(I got that nine with me)

Niggas know how I get down

(You want to grind with me)

20 inch chrome spin

(Come on and shine with me)

Lets get that money man

(Lets get that money man)



I got that trey pound with me now

(I got that nine with me)

Niggas know how I get down

(You want to grind with me)

20 inch chrome spin

(Come on and shine with me)

Lets get that money man

(Lets get that money man)



[Verse 2: Wacko]

Whats the deal dog? do a nigga got to bash your face?

Get your shit bust up just to pass the day

I pull a fifth from my hip and let it blast away

And then three days later watch the pastor pray

God forbid

You don't know how hard it is

Me and my brother we didn't come up like no Cosby kids

We got together like "Man we got to rob these kids"

When the last time you looked off in mama's fridge?

Wheres the mask?

Give it up wheres the stash?

Yeah the dope all here but nigga wheres the cash?

I got ya kid

And he ain't really got to live

Unless you got something that you really got to give

Thats common sense

And I ain't been common since

I slipped up and made these same promises

Problem is:

I can't keep them

And we ain't even

And you get your son back when he ain't breathing



[Chorus: 50 Cent & (Wacko)]

I got that trey pound with me now

(I got that nine with me)

Niggas know how I get down

(You want to grind with me)

20 inch chrome spin

(Come on and shine with me)

Lets get that money man

(Lets get that money man)



I got that trey pound with me now

(I got that nine with me)

Niggas know how I get down

(You want to grind with me)

20 inch chrome spin

(Come on and shine with me)

Lets get that money man

(Lets get that money man)



[Verse 3: Skip]

Man fuck them other niggas

Cause i'm down for my niggas

I'm about to blaze with the Mac and spit rounds for my niggas

Tear down for niggas

Make 'em drown for my niggas

Fuck it I touch white and brown for my niggas

Get in front of a judge and twist browns for my niggas

The raw slow I get bricks and pounds for my niggas

You the sound of a nigga

Thats my round with a nigga

Juvenile sicker than beef by the pound with it nigga

Get ya town with it nigga

And it'll be all over

Come in here with gorillas dog all on ya

L-B- T-C- 6 and we the raw soldiers

Black shirts, black jeans, black kicks and all Rovers

No seeds, no sticks, no stems all Doja

Tec-9, Macs and Kays all toasters

Sprewells, weed to blaze no roasters

Pull up in the parking lot with no chaueffer



[Chorus: 50 Cent & (Wacko)]

I got that trey pound with me now

(I got that nine with me)

Niggas know how I get down

(You want to grind with me)

20 inch chrome spin

(Come on and shine with me)

Lets get that money man

(Lets get that money man)



I got that trey pound with me now

(I got that nine with me)

Niggas know how I get down

(You want to grind with me)

20 inch chrome spin

(Come on and shine with me)

Lets get that money man

(Lets get that money man)



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