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50 Cent( Curtis James Jackson III )
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A Lil' Bit of Everything UTP
Every time I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen Let me finish this brick 'fore you put that fish in Listen, I know we just came from fishin' But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin'
I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all You and all the trouble goin' through by servin' y'all And only 'cause my man heard of y'all Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all
I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp I went from bare bubble coats to brand new minks And yo, my neck upgraded, my wrist's upgraded I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob
I'm still on the strip, tryin' to get my grims off Nigga tryin' to flip and it's a Mexican stand off I put a hole in your grill with the nine mil Dressed in all black, lookin' for souls to steal
I gotta lil' bit of dust, lil' bit of cocaine Lil' bit of dro, lil' bit of heroine A lil' bit of ecstasy That's why you bitch wanna be next to me We sell a lil' bit everything
I gotta lil' bit of dust, lil' bit of cocaine Lil' bit of dro, lil' bit of heroine A lil' bit of ecstasy That's why you bitch wanna be next to me We sell a lil' bit everything
I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag And rockabye, baby, I'm in the blue Jag with new tags In case you wanna chase, I never knew that The impact comin' up out a Desert Eagle A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin' call my people
We got these fiends pourin' liters and they shootin; needles Need to be takin' your connection 'cause we got it cheaper Shit, I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga
Ya, if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser And the party is an ink pen, bottle or a razor Your hollerin' for praise ya, catch me in the hood With a model named Taysha and the swallow game major
These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin' you lies by sellin' you dreams Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And they ain't fill ins, they fiends Plus they rat and it's too hot to chill in the sun My pops 39 years old, and still on the run
I gotta lil' bit of dust, lil' bit of cocaine Lil' bit of dro, lil' bit of heroine A lil' bit of ecstasy That's why you bitch wanna be next to me We sell a lil' bit everything
I gotta lil' bit of dust, lil' bit of cocaine Lil' bit of dro, lil' bit of heroine A lil' bit of ecstasy That's why you bitch wanna be next to me We sell a lil' bit everything
Wodie, what you want, you want dope, you want coke? Wodie, what you want, you want X, you want dro? Shit, you got beef, I got a tec and a fo' You feelin' hot and moist, I even get you a hoe
You don't got no whip, I get you a car You don't got no skills, I get your some more My nigga, we don't cut it, we serve it raw Got anythin' you want, play us awful hard
My 22's bling, so niggaz scheme 745i clean, this little shell nigga, fuck a triple beam Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc Method cut the coke, 50 no joke
I ain't scarface, no women, no kids, I don't give a fuck Better teach that bitch and that little nigga to duck With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya If you survive, you gonna feel what talent do to ya
I gotta lil' bit of dust, lil' bit of cocaine Lil' bit of dro, lil' bit of heroine A lil' bit of ecstasy That's why you bitch wanna be next to me We sell a lil' bit everything
I gotta lil' bit of dust, lil' bit of cocaine Lil' bit of dro, lil' bit of heroine A lil' bit of ecstasy That's why you bitch wanna be next to me We sell a lil' bit everythin'
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