[Intro] New York City (New York City), you are now rackin' with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent) Are you ready? (are you ready?) (*gun cocks*) I said are you ready? (are you ready?) See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) Drop that! (drop that) Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop [Verse 1] G-UNIT! Somethin' new, somethin' new I'm not that nigga, in your video I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes And niggas know I be, on the low But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro I'm not that nigga, 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 bitches) [Verse 2] 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' (woo) Also hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did The older niggas 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 niggas 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 shit 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, shit just starts again [Verse 3] Nah nigga, ain't nothin' change nigga 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, nigga 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') Nigga you high or somethin' I don't play games, I'm about my money, nigga buy somethin' I got a few fifths, I got a few nines Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine [Outro - 50 Cent talking] Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothin' for you nigga You know, uh, don't say I don't look out for ya Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes And you come back, nigga have 'em, and have my paper for that thang thang You know what I'm sayin'? Say I don't want it back, nigga don't try to use it And don't get it back for me, nigga and no shit like that In fact, I can see ya'll niggas now Run around sayin', 50 gettin' all this rap money, and he won't help us (haha) Sit tight nigga I'm comin' You know, new shit, all this shit I put out on the mixtapes Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, OH MY GOD!
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