don't wanna see you frown, like them kids watch a clown I wanna bring you joy and be (I be the reason you smile) Baby, you know my style, you know how
ya [Chorus: 50 Cent (2x)] We the realest nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G. my nigga Don't try to act like you don't feel a nigga Biggie yo nigga, 50 yo nigga
fire You're what I desire, I'm comin? to get you girl That's right, that's right, it's on tonight You're just my type, you're what I like I bring that
50 Cent, Yayo, featuring Hope, uh huh As we proceed, uh [50 Cent (Tony Yayo)] You didn't like the way I wore my hair (what up) You didn't like the style
kiss that bitch She got you walk with the niner, Fuck around get your ass, walk with the lama Come on, party people my style is terrific, My write is
Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like Pappy Sneaky muthafucka remind me of nigga that crack me He aint the type you shoot dice with and win dog
I head downtown mama its a hell of a trip relax what you calling your love is my love cameras burnin missing our flight to get right see all this to see, see my style see my
love the bling bling flow Bang bang look at the way my chain glow The ring on my fing' cost Jermaine a lot of dough, oh The fuck am I busting my brain
em have a bleed off 44 to the head, will tear a n-gga meat off won't show any emotions when he let the heat off [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yeah yeah, my nick
nine by my spine all the time Stunt when I want a dead nigga fuck wit mine My neck and my ear get to flickin like a strobe My wrist and my whips have niggas like
-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
sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6 Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6 Like a G6, Like a G6 Now I'm feelin so fly like a G6 Verse 1 Gimme that Mo-Moet Gimme
Fake life 38 in ya mouth ~ Tell me what it taste like See me stop like you just seen break lights Pinky ass nigga, that's yo ass nigga 50 cent gem star
cker Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthaf-cker You can say I'm ghetto, ghetto like a muthaf-cker Pack heat, heavy metal like a muthaf-cker [50 cent -
another one bit the dust Just one up my mother's son who got thrown under the bus Kiss my butt, lick my wonder cheese from under my nuts It disgusts
the bling bling flow bang bang look at the way my chain glow the ring on my fing' cost Jermaine a lot of dough, oh the f-ck am I busting my brain for
Smirnoff, baby) We not drinkin? the Smirnoff tonight (Not tonight, y?all chill) None of that shit, man (Grimey ass niggas) Put the 50 Cent beer away (Put the 50 cent
me, they bump my shit Even bootlegged, you know, bump my shit, bitch We the realest, nigga 50 Cent and B.I.G., my nigga Don't try to act like you don