New York City
(New York City)
You are now rackin' with 50 Cent
(With 50 Cent)
Are you ready?
(Are you ready?)
I said are you ready?
(Are you ready?)
See you with me n***a?
(With me n***a)
Drop that
(Drop that)
Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
G-Unit, somethin' new, somethin' new
I'm not that n***a, in your video
I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes
And n***as know I be on the low
But I miss my dough and I twist my dro
I'm not that n***a that you think you know
I walk around with a big four four
You front on me, I'm gonna get at you dog
I be right at your crib, waitin' at your door
(What up, b**hes?)
Comin' up I ain't had much, I wanted a lot
I had paper for a hooptie but I wanted a drop
So you know, I had to make somethin' out of nothin'
(Yeah)
Like turn an empty spot into a crack spot pumpin'
Also hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did
The older n***as really wasn't feelin' the kid
Tried to find out where I lived so they could run in my crib
But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped in a sled
Back then n***as yousta call me boo
In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew
Country came around, ease it and clappin' then
Country left, strange sh** started happenin'
Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins
Cory shot Drew and we was friends, money turns boys into men
The cycle never changes, sh** just starts again
Nah n***a, ain't nothin' change, n***a
Yeah, I've been gone for a minute but I'm back
Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood
You see my cherry red SL, n***a I'm doin' good
Sometime I can't find the words to say how I feel
So I take a quote from Menace, 'Look at the wheels'
I'm addicted to stuntin', now that I'm holdin' somethin'
I got a trunk full of guns from VA today
(Oh yeah, let me hold somethin')
n***a, you high or somethin', I don't play games
I'm about my money, n***a buy somethin'
I got a few fifths, I got a few nines
Here n***a, take one, catch it took and bring me mine
Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you, n***a
You know, uh, don't say I don't look out for ya
Ya, know what I mean but make sure you n***a
You go catch some jokes
And you come back, n***a have 'em
And have my paper for that thang thang
You know what I'm sayin'?
Say I don't want it back, n***a don't try to use it
And don't get it back for me, n***a and no sh** like that
In fact, I can see y'all n***as now
Run around sayin', 50 gettin' all this rap money
And he won't help us, sit tight n***a I'm comin'
You know, new sh**
All this sh** I put out on the mixtapes
Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, oh, my God
My sh** is so hot right now, I'm in a zone