Do you think about me? Do you think about me? Do you think about me? Do you think about me? You think about money when you think about me, huh That's
(Oh Canada we stand on guard, for thee) I told this guy where I was from he said oh, Canada kinda laughs it off, real funny huh? yeah, uh, come on (O
This is it, dope from the fly kid The Ice mic is back with the high bid Suckers you've lost 'cause players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin
I'm on the brink, I can barely think With all of these thoughts running through my head Wonderin' if I did you wrong No way, I did you wrong Every night
Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Let your heart be light From now on, our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Here we go once again, you and me Fighting about something that really don't matter How come we can never just talk? You've always gotta make something
on, I got to have it Come on, I need it I got to have it, come on I got to have it, oh, ha Lordy, Lordy, Lordy Lordy, Lordy, Lordy Play with your bad self
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah When the strap out you know what that 'bout We do it my way 'cause a crime wave Whoa, wave, whoa, wave I wave the heat
Yeah, 50 I gave her books to read, fed her mind with knowledge Gave her street smarts, shit, you can't get in college She's a reflection of me 'til you
Man I'm gonna do my thang, get up! It's crazy in the club when I'm in there man, get up! Trust me homie I'm not playin', get up! Now get on the dance
Have a baby, have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire
Yeah, na, na, na, na Yeah, na, na, na, na Now me, I'm the life of the party A little bit of juice, little bit of the gin A little bit of Moet, bottles
[Intro:] Dre, niggas think we're bullshittin'! [gun cocks] Yeah! Yeeaaaah! [Chorus:] Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him! Want my eyes closed
[Chorus: 50 Cent] I don't really think she want me back then She want me nowwwww She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend She like my styyyyyle
[Intro: 50 Cent] I get down, I get down, I get down (yeah, yeah) I get down, I get down (I like the way that sounds) I get down, I get down, I get down
Okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay Okay, okay, okay When they talk about me they say I be trippin', yeah What they say about me doesn
I get money, I, I get money I, I get, I get, I get, I get (50) I get money, money I got (I, I get it) I, I get money, money I got (I, I get it) I, I
I can hear your heartbeat, your scared, yeah yeah I can hear your heartbeat, your scared (x2) You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy I see, I come
