dough Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo, we out yo F-ck you thought we was trickin', get out ho, get out ho [50 Cent - Verse 1] I smile when that money
[Chorus:] Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though Cocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough Cops coming, we runnin', we out yo
: [Chorus:] Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though Cocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough Cops coming, we runnin', we out
[Chorus:] Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, we out though, we out though Cocaine, heroin, we 'bout dough, we 'bout dough Cops coming, we runnin', we out
Thats how all my gangster roll Get dat dough fuck dem hoes Thats how gg-g-unit rolls 24s Calicos Thats how all my gangster roll Get dat dough fuck dem
Something special, Unforgetable, 50 Cent (cent), Justin (tin), Timbaland (land), god damn (damn) She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
Shady/Aftermath was all you heard But they “50 sang too much and Em got soft” And they say “Dre just fell the fuck off” Well, fuck the fuck off, saw y’all
[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
was all ya heard But they say 50 sang too much And Em got soft And they say Dre just fell the fuck off Well fuck the fuck offs All y'all eat soft, be
-Ro Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com [Talking] Nigga don't act like you don't know who I'm talkin' bout (Fifty-Cent piece drops on table) [Coinciding With 50 Cent
[50cent sample-Intro] "The hardest from New York they come from Yonkers, they come from Yonkers, they come from Yonkers The hardest from New York they
[intro - 50 Cent] It's 50, It's the Unit, that means it's money (ha-ha) [chorus - 50 Cent] Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you I don'
know what bitches see, why all these hoes want chicken feed Ain't none of these hoes worth 50 cents So break these ladies all you pimps Never have this
You can't believe it? Erick Sermon, rolling with Short Rolled from California all the way to New York In big Benzes, G-50 up Now we trying to squash all
and I promise I'll be true to you [Talking] It is not about lyrics anymore, It is not about lyrics anymore its about a hot beat, a hot beat its about
playin' rim's spinnin', blowin' plenty 'dro Don't have to mention when you pimpin' you get plenty hoes It's all on you if you gon' trick or you gon' get yo' dough
