| It’s 50 dent & S-N-double O-P
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| You don’t want no snoop & you don’t want it wit me
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| Every time I come around they like «Oh No»
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| I get to tripping, slap the clip up in my 44
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| Shit I been through in my hood made my heart cold
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| I get to popping off that thing like I’m loco
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| No sense in copping pleas when you see my knife out (knife out)
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| Motherfuckers light out (lights out)
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| Here comes Snoop, uh (oh shit) (Oh No)
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| Sup Nigga, sup now, huh? |
| (Oh No)
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| Ricky Ticky Timble, see’s is the symbol
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| Corduroy khakis, stacies & brimmed up
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| Straight razors just to keep you trimmed up
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| 1−8-7, oh yeah, now you remember
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| He’s electrifying & original
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| So gangster, Snoop Dogg the criminal
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| The one you hate to lov, in the club, in the cut
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| Hugged up wit yo bitch, nigga I don’t giv a shit
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| You better check that ho, that’s what wreckin G
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| Now step your game down, cause ain’t no checkin me
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| You’ll be respecting me until you leave this room
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| Or my gat’ll go boom, bullets go zoom
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| Now your names on a tomb
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| They pouring out liquor wit no room to consume, you silly bafoon
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| I pop niggas like balloons, I ain’t feeling 'em
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| Walking in my big blue chucks cause I’m killing 'em
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| Hey what up 'cause, it’s 50 cent;
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| What’s happening nigga?
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| Ever since the moment I was born I been dying (Yea)
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| Hundred miles an hour pulse flying wit my eye, an
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| He who fears fate lives like a coward
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| You go against me, you’ll be devoured
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| Then you get to popping you’ll have a change of heart
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| I hit your chest a couple times you’ll have to change your heart
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| Have doc using donors, dead niggas with spare parts
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| You come back wit lungs of a snitch, an the heart of a dead nark
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| Niggas never see the light till it spark
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| Then they bleed, it get cold, then shit get dark
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| You can call me the beast from the east, I run these streets
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| You can eat hollow tip shells or you can work for me
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| These rap niggas crazy, my mercy has limits
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| Push Me, a hundred revolvers’ll get to spinning
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| Your services are no longer needed, Rock-a-bye baby
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| My bitch’ll do it to you with a lil 380 (Yea)
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| Hey what up 'cause, it’s 50 cent;
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| What’s happening nigga?
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| I’m bailing through the door again
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| Let the Momo pour again
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| Me & my ho again
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| Yea she got the four up in this motherfucker
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| And I’ma bust it if you try to rush us or touch us or sucker duck us
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| It’ll crack off, Now back off, real slow
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| An if you don’t know, I never hesitate to shoot a ho
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| Yea that’s my reputation, you test my patience &
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| You & your fam, bam, gon hear the blam, blam
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| Goddammit I’m at it again
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| They done let that bitch nigga up outta the pen
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| And now he looking for me, what the heck, my game is built on respect
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| Now I’m breathing down your motherfucking neck
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| I dumps till my clips is empty
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| I’m heading down Willshire to San Vicente
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| And when I get there don’t ask who sent me
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| Just take them shots an drop it like it’s hot
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| Bitch Nigga
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| Hey what up 'cause, it’s 50 cent;
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| What’s happening nigga?
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| Ha-ha-ha
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| Yea Nigga
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| Just when you thought I was gone
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| Slide back up on you like the wind nigga |