on me (What you lookin' at?) I'm about to see Why you hatin' on me (What you lookin' at?) Why you hatin' on me (What you lookin' at?) I'm about to see
me (What you lookin' at?) I'm about to see Why you hatin' on me (What you lookin' at?) Why you hatin' on me (What you lookin' at?) I'm about to see Why
[50 Cent] I, know, you, know I'm, on, fiiiii-re [Chorus: 50 Cent] If, you don't know, who I be You betta ask somebooooody about me Oh - you wanna
4) Young Buck She got a nigga on the count down Waitin on it like... Three, two, one Yea right now You got skills on them high heels When we leave this club, I'm take you
t Camp Snoopy (Wassup?) But I ain't surprised It's 12 months later, year, I see you got a little size You motherfuckin crook You want respect cos you
so on Front door livin room young nigga switchin we What you need, get you crack get you weed Make yo way to the back look ahead and see White bitch in
of you Lo and behold you sold your soul Nigga there's nuttin left of you Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you? If you don't know who you
your cradle and rock your boat Buck 50 your face and then butter your throat It don't matter where you been or where you at I'm here now and I'm bangin
why you lookin' so sad? baby girl you need to cheer up) Bounce (I got the remedy, it's you on me and me on you And you on me and me on you and you on
to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let you ass talk Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add
mistakes No matter what, you've always been by my side You've always been my best friend You're the love of my life You're everything to me You never left my side You
I'll shake your cradle and rock your boat Buck 50 your face and then butter your throat It don't matter where you been or where you at I'm here now and
Plus you ganked a suitcase Full of black tar H Baby boy, twenty keys Dead Colombian Gs One slip you bleed Now you're ballin full speed You had
money market I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what? Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops, you almost had me, geesed
Impala with the big rims on it Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did Motherfuck what your
impala with the big rims on it Hit'cha corner with the lights out, bitch it's on Duck down wit'cha kids, you know what you did Motherfuck what your niggas
