I got hoes, I got so many hoes (I'ma playa - I-I'ma playa) Callin' on my phone, nah they won't leave me alone (I'ma playa - I-I'ma playa) Brown-skin,
] I-I'll be the shooter I-I'll be the shooter I-I'll use the Colt, the Taurus, or the Ruger I'll pop some through ya Dirty is what I'll do ya I-I'll use
done heard bout me I'm where the dope at! I make bigger moves for bigger bread, yeah! Test me I shoot a nigga head, yeah! [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] Shit is
stop til I'm old and grey I'ma drop in the M.I.A, pop when I'm on my stay Shop and I'm on my way, first class to the A I gotta show later today, theres
clique, its hard to shine I mean talent like this is so hard to find G-Unit! [Tony Yayo - Verse 2] I don't dream now that i'm livin, Im out to get
know that, uhh, I'm the shyit Now you better watch ya girl mayn, I leave with ya bitch I ain't [unverified] these hoes, man I'm bout my paper If your
face I mean I can touch it, but I can't feel it, inside [Chorus: 50 Cent (Robin Thicke)] (Cocaine) I know police is watchin (Cocaine) Hustlin I'm not
cop or plead As far as I'm concerned you both gonna bleed (bitch) Talkin' bout he wanna fight, please Let's set that shit up quick so I can drop him
up Ja Rule's ass! [H - laughs] [Vesre 1] [Swift] I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple I'm quick to murder ink with lead and talkin' bout
's ass! [H - laughs] [Vesre 1] [Swift] I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple I'm quick to murder ink with lead and i aint talkin' bout a
I owe you, bitch you owe me I'm promoting you right now Yo lets put the nail in his coffin [Chorus] I dont want to be like this I dont really want
I'm a trend I set one everytime I'm in I go out and just come back full circle again You a fad, that means you're somethin that we already had But once
Yes, I'ma do me, I'ma do me, you gon' do you You gon' do you, I'ma do me, I'ma do me, you gon' do you You gon' do you, I'ma do me, I'ma do me I'm the
I'm tired of gettin money On second thought... Before Master P, I was bout it bout it B Before Cash Money, I already stashed money Before DMX, I was wild
house) Ahhh! I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate that this life ain't my life I'm only 17, and all I do is sit all day and type I can't believe that
monkeys... (Mr. Porter!) [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] I been shot, I been stabbed I took all that I have to give And I never ran, never have Just so all