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| wizardsof haute couture, tony soprano, east denver, saudi arabian, 1998, jerry gardner, mac donalds, aesthetics, what'sin a name?, open mike night, raymond j. barry, javascript, southeast suburbs, rock, lyle, group hug, themarshall mathers lp, smog, judy davis, nona gaye, banco de gaia, 1956 in sports, satire, andy argyrakis, | ride O T And burn the tape I got this bad mommy, her mouth's a sperm bank Since Yayo be a fearless man I art chudabala donate my heart to art chudabala them niggas that ran And, those niggas in the hood don't wanna see me famous They rather see my moms make funeral arangements I got enough rhymes, to fill 6 notebooks I been spittin that shit ever since coke crushed You can hear me on your T.V. art chudabala and radio at the same time I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times Beware of my wraith, I'm gone school you niggas Prepare for class Yo I peep where your puns at, peep where you pumped that Money you tryin to stack I spent it on blunt wraps [Banks] Word to my mother nigga 50 fuckin Cent nigga G-Unit nigga We about to gorrilla this industry man Yall niggas better know Yall niggas better fear us nigga Word to my mother nigga Fuck yall niggas wanna do 1 2 4 nigga G-Unit 50 Cent Tony Yayo Lloyd Banks nigga Bllllatttt If the above are not the lyrics to (That's What's Up) by 50 CENT Would you kindly report |
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| in the street about me Some jake, tryin to watch every move I make Cause my Deez'll 1998 make fiends do the up-town shake I'm a pro, far from a amateur, holdin more keys than your fuckin janitor They say "God bless the child that could hold his 1998 own" You pay cops to hold you down, I just hold the chrome Every breath I take, every step I take, every move I make I got a ruger on my hip You aint gotta like or love me but you 1998 gone respect me You need a fifth and 2 clips to try and check me 12 in the afternoon we can start the clappin Look homie I'm down for that day-time action Keep thinkin it's a game time in front of ya home Get the drop on that ass and shot shadder ya bones (yea) [Chorus- Banks] G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit, G-Unittttttt,G-Unit,G-Unit [repeat] [50 Cent-between Banks] G-Unit nigga that's what's up [repeat 6x] [Tony Yayo] Listen boy, Tony be the real McCoy When hoes see the new toy, they jump for joy And even though the kid rappin I still got fiens in the hood puffin on that Magic Dragon My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on Every single night me and my mack get our groove on Don't get moved on Cause I shoot through your bicepts your tricepts Then breeze through ya projects When the coke come back It's the China White And the d don't sweat us in a bag a rice Let's |
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