50 cent - This is 50
This
Is 50
[Chorus:
50 Cent]
I,
don't know what you take me for
I,
really don't play that shit
I,
ain't got to get you hit
I
get out myself and spray that shit
[Verse
One]
I
got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's the killa in me
not
to spray this shiiiiiiit
I
got enough ammo shots to blow I put a hole
in
any motherfucker out this biiiiiiitch
I
unload to reload when you get hit I suppose
you
gon' be strong enough to take this shiiiiiiit
I'm
in the hood ridin 'round with a fo'-fo' pound
Can
you see through the limousine tiiiiiiints?
I do
dirt, the gat bust, I get to kickin up dust
'fore
the Jakes come around here kiiiiiiid
Niggaz
get knocked if D's start askin question
My
name end up in all types of shiiiiiiit
I'll
be a gangsta nigga 'til I die fo' sho'
Whether
I'm po' or I'm filthy riiiiiiich
Now
what you know about movin that Peruvian flake
for
that cake, I get rid of dem briiiiiiicks
[Chorus]
- repeat 2X
[Verse
Two]
Now
I gotta have shoes, you know chrome 22's
Every
time I get a brand new whiiiiiiip
I
rode around in the 5 'til my money got right
Then
I went back and got that siiiiiiix
I'm
in a big white Benz on a hot sunny day
I
call it the milktruck an' shiiiiiiit
I'll
have your hoe eyeballin at the light damn pimpin
You
should take time to check that biiiiiiitch
If
I'm ridin through the hood actin like it's all good
but
I'm lookin for jux an' shiiiiiiit
In
the middle of the night, you can turn on the light
Find
me and my niggaz in yo' criiiiiiib
Nigga
holla if there's a problem and yo' niggaz got drama
I
got burners for sale and shiiiiiiit
Got
them macs, got them 9's, got them techs full of dime
Hollow-tips
and them extra cliiiiiiips
[Chorus]
- repeat 2X
[Verse
Three]
Man
I'm tired of tellin niggaz over and over
E'rything
about me be gangsta
Man
I'm tired of tellin niggaz over and over
I
won't hesitate to pop or shank ya
Man
I'm tired of tellin niggaz over and over
They
can't hustle when I'm in this shit
Man
I'm tired of tellin niggaz over and over
You
don't listen, you gon' get yo' ass hit
"This
is 50"
Yeah!
Nigga cherish me
Like
the water you drink
Like
the air you breathe
You
need me to live
Yeah
[50
Cent]
In
my hood...
You
need me to live
Yeah
[Chorus
2X: 50 Cent] + (Tony Yayo)
Hate
it or love it, the underdog's on top
And
I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
(Go
'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP)
(And
I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)
[Tony
Yayo]
I
started out at 15, scared as hell
I
took 30 off a pack and made them sales
As a
youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With
that lil deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose
Sippin
Easy Jesus, rockin a leases?
My
momma whip me when she found my pieces
I
look back on life, thank God I'm blessed
We
the best on the planet so forget the rest
[Young
Buck]
You
know I'm still nice with my cook game
Look
mayne, it's a hood thang
That's
why I'm loved in Brook-lyn
I
handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I
do some time homie, I'm still all good
Let
me show you what a thug bout, born to die
I
took the bullets outta 50 and put em in my .45
And
I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A
seven figga nigga who ain't seen award or check yet
[Chorus
2X: 50 Cent] + (Young Buck)
Hate
it or love it, the underdog's on top
And
I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
(Go
'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP)
(And
I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)