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There’s something about the way i get it
I do, I get it
There’s something about the way I did it
Like there’s nothing to it
[Chorus]
You don’t wanna see a n*gga doing bad
My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag
You see shit clear when ya ass get hit
You like me better rich
You like me better rich
I come where ya live with the .44 mag
Shut up b*tch, show me where the stash
Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash
You know you’re getting hit, you’re getting hit
N*gga time, money, money time
Smoke the barrel of the nine
See ya see ya blood leak
Tell ya punk ass weak
Lay down, stay down
Go ‘head kiss the cop
Police box me in, I will kill a hostage
Bang bang close range, there won’t be no get back
For the last time n*gga, tell us where the shit at
You’re working my nerves and I ain’t got patience
Barrel on my tre pound, I’ll let ya ass taste it
[Chorus]
You don’t wanna see a n*gga doing bad
My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag
You see shit clear when ya ass get hit
You like me better rich
You like me better rich
I come where ya live with the .44 mag
Shut up b*tch, show me where the stash
Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash
You know you’re getting hit, you’re getting hit
This little light of mine, I’m gon’ let it shine
Right under the barrel, I’m sure I won’t miss
Say a prayer I don’t care, I’m here for the money
Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one
Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet
Your catching hot, hell so far away
Cough up the cash before shit get really bad
You don’t really really wanna see a n*gga when he mad
[Chorus]
You don’t wanna see a n*gga doing bad
My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag
You see shit clear when ya ass get hit
You like me better rich
You like me better rich
I come where ya live with the .44 mag
Shut up b*tch, show me where the stash
Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash
You know you’re getting hit, you’re getting hit
Yeah, this that Power of the Dollar sound
Some of you n*ggas ain’t even up on this
Uh, yeah 50, back with a vengeance
They gon’ call this the greatest comeback of all time
This shit gon’ bring chills up your spine
G-G-G-G-G-unit
I do, I get it
There’s something about the way I did it
Like there’s nothing to it
[Chorus]
You don’t wanna see a n*gga doing bad
My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag
You see shit clear when ya ass get hit
You like me better rich
You like me better rich
I come where ya live with the .44 mag
Shut up b*tch, show me where the stash
Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash
You know you’re getting hit, you’re getting hit
N*gga time, money, money time
Smoke the barrel of the nine
See ya see ya blood leak
Tell ya punk ass weak
Lay down, stay down
Go ‘head kiss the cop
Police box me in, I will kill a hostage
Bang bang close range, there won’t be no get back
For the last time n*gga, tell us where the shit at
You’re working my nerves and I ain’t got patience
Barrel on my tre pound, I’ll let ya ass taste it
[Chorus]
You don’t wanna see a n*gga doing bad
My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag
You see shit clear when ya ass get hit
You like me better rich
You like me better rich
I come where ya live with the .44 mag
Shut up b*tch, show me where the stash
Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash
You know you’re getting hit, you’re getting hit
This little light of mine, I’m gon’ let it shine
Right under the barrel, I’m sure I won’t miss
Say a prayer I don’t care, I’m here for the money
Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one
Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet
Your catching hot, hell so far away
Cough up the cash before shit get really bad
You don’t really really wanna see a n*gga when he mad
[Chorus]
You don’t wanna see a n*gga doing bad
My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag
You see shit clear when ya ass get hit
You like me better rich
You like me better rich
I come where ya live with the .44 mag
Shut up b*tch, show me where the stash
Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash
You know you’re getting hit, you’re getting hit
Yeah, this that Power of the Dollar sound
Some of you n*ggas ain’t even up on this
Uh, yeah 50, back with a vengeance
They gon’ call this the greatest comeback of all time
This shit gon’ bring chills up your spine
G-G-G-G-G-unit
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