Yeah! You know how we do A lil' something for the non-believers For the underachievers Ya'll know what time it is Big Snoop Dogg up in this motherfucka one time I want ya'll to sing this shit wit me It go like this, check it out.
[Hook 2x] Snoop D.O. Double G, the way you rip so love-ely It sound so visciously When the thump in the trunk go, bump, bump, bump
[Verse One] Everybody put your hands to the motherfucking center Baby girl go on an' pull ya weave back, D-O-G, oh yeah, he back And I'm steppin' out the all-blue Lee-zac Word on the streets, yeah nigga, I got the feedback I don't trip off, I get the tip off Befo' it rip off, yeah homie, I'm the Biz-oss I got them finger-lickin' chickens wit the siz-auce And one of my hoes known to cut ya dick off Leave ya stuck in the land of the liz-ost I'm back at the mayn-sion, cold as the friz-ost Sittin' on ten acres, dawg, wit a kiz-ost A whole lot to you, but a lil' nothing to me That's what you get, for fuckin' wit me Ain't that right, Sha Money from the D-P-C G-Unit! You know I'm down with them boys I clown wit them boys Don't fuck around wit them boys, 'cause they down wit the
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[Verse Two] STOP! Wait! Now let me give it to ya This is the proper hip-hopper, it get into ya I know you liking it, loving it, or you feelin' it D.O. Double Gizzel, oh yeah, Cuh/Cuzz be killin' it Who the only nigga that you can call on? When ya favorite rapper fall off, the Big Dogg, fall on 10, 11, 12, or was it 13? How many years a nigga been in the game, and I'm still so clean I'm flippin' up the game and shit I maintain my thang wit this And I, never hesitate to bang a bitch I'm having millions, and I'm still banging Crip Um, um, wouldn't you believe it? Even after achievin', got a deal wit the heathens But, as long as I'm breathing I'ma keep walking like Jesus My name is
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[Verse Three] 'Whatchu gone next, how you gone say it When yo album come out dawg, I can't wait to play it Tell the truth, my nigga, I love all ya work' Well, from me to you low, welcome to the Church Mi casa, su casa So, get ya drank on and smoke on nigga, go on an' boss up You can holla at baby, it's ok to me Then I love it when them motherfuckers say to me
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[Outro (Snoop talking)] Yeah! Sha Money, representin' G-Unit, good lookin' my nigga As usual, it's a DPG-Unit connection You know how we do it A lil' something for the non-believers For the underachievers
Everytime I come around they like 'Oh No' I get to trippin; slap the clip up in my 44 Shit I been thru in my hood made my heart cold I get to poppin off that thang like I'm loco No sense in coppin pleas when you see my knife out (knife out) Motherfuckers light out (lights out)
Here comes Snoop, uh (oh shit) (Oh No) Sup Nigga, sup now, huh? (Oh No)
[Snoop:] Ricky Ticky Timble, C's is the symbol Courdoroy khakis, stacies & brimmed up Straight razors just to keep you trimmed up 1-8-7, oh yeah, now you remember He's electrifyin & original So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal The one you hate to love, in the club, in the cut Hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga I don't give a shit You betta check dat ho, that's what wreckin G Now step your game down, cause ain't no checkin me You'll be respectin me until you leave this room Or my gat'll go boom, bullets go zoom Now your names on a tomb They pourin out liqour wit no room to consume, you silly bafoon I pop niggas like balloons, I ain't feelin em Walkin in my big blue chucks cause I'm killin em
[50 Cent:] Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin (Yea) Hundred miles an hour pulse flyin wit my eye... an He who fears fate lives like a coward You go against me, you'll be devoured Then you get to poppin you'll have a change of heart I hit your chest a couple times you'll have to change your heart Have doc usin donors, dead niggas with spare parts You come back wit lungs of a snitch, an the heart of a dead nark Niggas never see the light till it spark Then they bleed, it get cold, then shit get dark You can call me the beast from the east, I run these streets You can eat hollow tip shells or you can work for me These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits Push Me - a hundred revolvers'll get to spinnin Your services are no longer needed; Rock-a-bye baby My bitch'll do it to you with a lil 380 (Yea)
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[Snoop Dogg:] I'm bailin thru the door again Let the Momo pour again Me & my ho again Yea she got the four up in this motherfucker And Imma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucka duck us It'll crack off, Now back off - real slow An if you don't know, I never hesitate to shoot a ho Yea that's my reputation - you test my patience & You & your fam - bam - gon hear the blam, blam Goddammit I'm at it again They done let that bitch nigga up outta the pen And now he lookin for me - what the heck - my game is built on respect Now I'm breathin down your mortherfuckin neck I dumps till my clips is empty I'm headin down Willshire to San Vicente And when I get there don't ask who sent me Just take dem shots an drop it like it's hot Bitch Nigga
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[Talkin:] Ha-ha-ha Yea Nigga Just when you thought I was gone Slide back up on you like the wind nigga Hurricane D-O-Double G With the G,G,G,G,G, G-unit
I don't wan' talk about it (50) Man I don't wanna talk about it (Nah) Man I don't wan' talk about it (Yeah) And I don't wanna talk about it (Wooh)
I?m makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it (These niggaz police) Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
Go 'head, ask me what I'm ridin? in so I can say the Enzo My bitch roll down the window so I could feel the wind blow Got big enough for me to fiddle on my kinfolk Bitches with me cruisin?, Moulin Rougin'
They fuckin? and they strippin?, nigga, I ain't even trippin? nigga Me, I handle business, God's my only witness Watchin? homicide, sayin? "Who the fuck did this?" Me I run the street, mayne, so I keep the heat, mayne
What you sow is what you reap, when you fuck with the elite, mayne I don't fuck around, boy, you better ask around, boy I hit you with the pound, leave yo' ass on the ground For? You poppin? that bullshit, like I don't pull shit
Fully loaded clips and whips, get the grip, clip the bricks Nigga we hittin? licks, stickin? shit, gettin? rich That's why my name ring bells all around this bitch Any hood you go through they know 50 Cent (And I don't wanna talk about it, oh)
I'm makin' millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it (Yeah, it's the kid, nigga, yeah) Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
Aiyyo, big money, my car got the big face, yeah Forty-five, my belt got the big eights Niggaz hate but I'm low seven star Caesar For grimy niggaz tryin? to line me like, ?Oh a preacher?
You niggaz got the nerve, I'm at Johannesburg With Mandela nephew blowin? heavy herb Then back to the projects, low from the task force The dope spot's sellin? more shit than Scott Storch
I'm tired of these pricks, lyin? 'bout bricks Got my can and my white, my tan like Mariah and Nick Fly in the '60 U.F.O. Unidentified flyin? object on twenty-fo's
More money more hoes, more money, more clothes Smoke that AK-48, not bullshit 'dro, yeah I rock big arenas, not bullshit shows And my pants three thousand, these ain't bullshit clothes, oh
I?m makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it (Nah, uh)
B A, N K, S 5, 5 0 Or 6 8, M G, tinted with my eyes low Homie, I'm a Tahoe, fully loaded nine blow You see out on hydro, Luciano blind hoe
Louis V offended me, your bitch in my Bentley C And weekends are the chills, I'ma fuck her 'til she empty Empty on you if you front, 'til your passenger is stuck Give your ass a brand new scar, in need of a brand new car
I ain't them, I'm different, baby, I talk, you listen, baby Listen and I'll show you, how money controls you I'll put you in my old school and let you pop the switch Pocketful in every packet, that's why I'm poppin? shit
I don't forgive I don't forget, what you said, where you flip When you get hit, I hope that's it, pop-pop, all on your whip I-I, be on that shit, I'm high, I'm on that piff Bye-bye, you fuckin? bitch, you ain't hot, you ain't rich, you a snitch
I?m makin? millions quick and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I shoot a nigga kid and I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it I'm still flippin? chickens, I don't wan' talk about it Nah, I don't wanna talk about it
She met him Saturday He stole her heart away Twenty-four Sunday They didn't chat at all Romantic Monday Tuesday, a better day But Wednesday to Saturday Don't know why he didn't call
Oh, I wonder where you've gone Oh, did I do something wrong
You said it's all about me You tell me what's the truth I'm happy to be free But I'm happier to be with you Is it all about me Cause I'm trying to be cool I'm happy to be free But I'm happier just to be with you
Phone rang on Sunday He's talking differently I guess she'll put it down To experience He said he's sorry That he's been so busy She said don't worry Even though it made no sense
Oh, I wonder where you've gone Oh, what did I do wrong
You said it's all about me You tell me what's the truth I'm happy to be free But I'm happier to be with you Is it all about me Cause I'm trying to be cool I'm happy to be free But I'm happier just to be with you
You're just somebody new That I don't know at all But in the moment I got caught up That's what people do Now you've turned out the lights Did I misread the signs So what's happening You gotta know what I'm goin' through
Oh, I wonder where you've gone Oh, What did I do wrong
You said it's all about me You tell me what's the truth I'm happy to be free But I'm happier to be with you Is it all about me 'Cause I'm trying to be cool I'm happy to be free But I'm happier just to be with you
You said it's all about You said it's all about me You tell me what's the truth I'm happy to be free But I'm happier just to be with you
You said it's all about You said it's all about me
It's Busta Rhymez, they do much more So yo you one more time, knucklehead flow that You act real dumb, yo, I'm pert near fool Lights out when, let it riplike my neck With search warrant, I make sure verything we make is raw I make sure everything we make is raw...
Yah, yah, yah...
1-When I step up in the place, ay you I step correct Woo hah woo hah Got you all in check, I got that head nod That make you break ya neck Woo hah, woo hah, got you all in check And you know we come through, to reck the disco tech Woo hah, woo, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air, and never disrespect Woo hah, woo hah, I got you all in check
Busta Rhymes up in the place, true indeed Yes, I catch wreck and that's word on my seed I'm guaranteed to give you what you need One blood everybody like junior reed Make up every morning, I must succeed Nationwide ruckus make the world stampede Yo, Willie make we roll some-- Made charge...now I must proceed Yo, we bout to make moves set speed Peace to baby phife cue-tip ali-shaheed Watch me knock you out like apollo creed Body blows bustin' you... makin' you bleed Just feed off the dynamic flows and take heed Need more information, homeboy then just read Ayyy, you can read all about the pure breed Do the bogle dance man, do the pepperseed (repeat 1)
How dare you ever try, to step on my suede shoes Top Gun...down your firm like Tom Cruise Please, let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fools, brakin'...down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez always headlines the street news Woo hah, woo hah
Ah, baby girl, don't be confused Sail my Seven Seas and enjoy my boat cruise I know you really want to know who's Comin' through leavin...stains and residues Sorry homeboy, but your flow sounds used Got to pay your dues, baby, you know the rules Whenever I travel the world I landcruise If you choose to...around, you get bruised Now, I got you gas on super unleaded fuels Give me room gimme some space yo excuse (rpt 1)
You're now rockin' with the best Busta Rhymez coming through from the flip mode squad Boyscouts who I be straight to your dome We comin' straight to your dome Bringin' all the ruckus, to all you rad mother... Boyscouts who I be flipmode is da squad Busta Rhyme break it down like this Yo, which mother...stole my flow, eenie meenie minie moe Throw them type a...right out my window Blast they...hit them from a direct blow Bo, comin' through like G.I. Joe Star wars movin' like Han Solo Make you bounce around like this was calypso Always shine 'cause I got the hi-pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low Roll up on you...like Hawaii 5-0 Make out with my dreads in my kangol Forget the moe... just pass the cisco Yo, take a trip down to Mexico Come back with that...that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through your stereo Sorry, this is it, but homeboy I gotta go (rpt 1)