you dont love me, you jus fuck me, take my money, dis aint funny, take ya chances, for dis paper, mutha fuck dem, hoe's nd haterz, you dont love me, you
ll knock you out if you talk about me (you talk about me) Come and see me on the streets alone if you assholes doubt me (assholes doubt me) And if you
atcha, Tupac don't pretend I'll get atcha, I'll put that to an end [Verse 1- 50 Cent] That shit is oh, don't be screamin' get at me dawg Have you runnin
Would you still want me (Want you) Would you still be calling me (Still calling you) You be loving me? (I'll be loving you) [JA RULE] Wanna keep you
where you think you goin. Corus: Where you think you goin. Where you think you goin. Aiiyo, what you doin nigga. Where you think you goin. Where you think you
the front if you ready to bump a say "Don't stop the body rock" To my people in the back if your not a wack a say "Don't stop the body rock" To my
punnie make the I feel better. Me naw. want to put me wood in the wall of fire. One step, two step. make you reach little high. You askin’ why oh why you
late I deal weight and if you bastards dought me I'm a hustler ask about, ask about me [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yeah they made you got saved don't be spend
t do it, you can't blame me for this Could you please loosen up the handcuffs on my wrists? You can call me what you wanna but mayne I ain't a snitch
that boy so real Who that boy trackin that boy Chamill'? Always give you somethin that boys gon' feel "Try to give you somethin that you boys gon' feel
Nazi, pop your posse like some spies I used to look around me, like "it's probably you that hate me" Now I open up my wallet and it start illuminatin
right) Drivin chickens crazy You a hata (You a hata) Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scarred I'll take ya lady Ain't
rich and dangerous but not kris kross Me I was just a running boy til I made it the boss Got alot on my plate breakfast,lunch and dinner Call me dear
the dogs that bark a lot Who don't give a fuck if it's dark or not We'll be creepin' in the parking lot Motherfuckers don't know if I can park or not
don’t need you to correct my broken english You know that’s right You ain’t white So stop holding your ass tight Cause you can’t pass So why you keep
and she don't get none of the profit We around the city let the tints hide me Thats a cold muhfucker whoever inside it Forever symbolizing the grind it don't
don't get none of the profit We around the city let the tints hide me Thats a cold muhfucker whoever inside it Forever symbolizing the grind it don't walk to you
ain't fair and i don't care I'm a motherfuckin cash money millionaire [Chorus 2x] Who you think you fuckin wit Who you think you fuckin wit Who you think
