Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla

Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt

Now piece by piece we put it all together
Time to get this dough nigga
It's now or never
I'm wild as ever, foul as ever
Reap whatever, whatever, whatever
They say I'm a slick talker, shit talker
Grimy ass New Yorker
Come cut ya, gum butcher, lay your ass out
If you ever catch beef nigga, call on me
If you fucked up in school nigga
It's all on me
I get a left foot to drop a nigga
Pistol to pop a nigga
Break you off proper nigga
The cops ain't gonna stop a nigga (yeah)
Let's get this money man
Them hoes come with the paper
I'm done to go wherever this game takes us
Look homey, you see my 22's
Sittin' on low bros
That simple mathematics, that equal more hoes
I smoke a lot of dro, I got a lot of flows
Shit I didn't have to say that
Ya'll already know

From New York to New Orleans
A problem, holla at me
My niggas comin' to see
If everythin' is alright

Ya'll niggas can blow some trees
Have coke and some Hennessey
My niggas from UTP everythin' is alright

For those who couldn't figure me out
What this nigga be bout
Cookin' it, and cuttin' it, and flippin' it
In 24 hours
I keep a dyke, on the back of the bike
In the summertime the white
Air Force One's, Louie Baton, Nike sign (woo)
Don't really talk much
(uh huh) , I let my money speak
I know you saw us, shit we a 100 deep
I'm sippin' Don, with Juan, Bird
And smokin' weed shakin' them haters off
Bouncin' to this jukin' beat
Fuckin' with 50
Cause he strictly about head bustin'
Lettin' New York know these
U niggas ain't stuntin'
Nigga we ain't runnin', I guarantee you that
After these messages we'll be right back
Take off your necklace huh
Because this tech will hit a
Innocent bystander who don't respect a nigga
After you finish your collard
Greens and cornbread get you a Glock
And come around here where my mom stayin'

From South I 95, 85, 65 right at the I 10
Get your money widened i got the Columbian
And I'm gonna hold 'em down
When you get close
Call nigga I'm gonna guide you down
You got it now
(got it) , well then what time you leavin'?
In a couple of hours
Some time close to this evenin'
What us speed with V8, them cops then heated
They locked my partner Gus up
For smokin' weed and speedin'
But he'll be home though
Probably about the same time you get ya
Shit yeah
Seems like we paid his bond like last year
But anyway, you know that thing
We thought that was, but wasn't?
Well come to find out
My homey found somethin'
But he had to choke a bitch
And fo' pound somethin' cause I told him
What you told me about the
Chump and he chumped 'em
Put the barrel bottle pump, and pumped 'em
And pumped 'em and pumped 'em
And pumped 'em and pumped 'em

We over here, E, shots of
Sippin' on Courvoisier
Yeah Rockin' exclusive, haha, haha
Haha, can't forget, Teamwork Music, haha

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Writer(s): CHRISTOPHER CHARLES LLOYD, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, DAVID DARNELL BROWN, HANS BATHELT, HANS-JUERGEN FRITZ