Theres something about the way i get it
I do, I get it
Theres something about the way I did it
Like there’s nothing to it

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You don’t wanna see a n-gga doing bad
My eyes turn red than I’m pulling out a mag
You see *****t clear when ya ass get hit
You like me better rich
You like me better rich
I caught where ya live with the .44 mag
Shut up *****, show me where the stash
Now we got the **** we just waiting on the cash
You know your getting hit, you’re getting hit



N-gga time, money, money time
Smoke the barrell of the nine
See ya see ya blood leak
Tell ya punk ass weak
Lay down, stay down
Go ‘head kiss the ?
Police box me in, I will kill a hostage
Bang bang close range, there wont be no get back
For the last time n-gga, tell us where the sh-t at
You’re working my nerves and I aint got patience
Barrell on my tre pound, I’ll let ya ass taste it

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This little light of mine, I’m gon let it *****ne
Right under the barrell, I’m sure I wont miss
Say a prayer I don’t care, I’m here for the money
Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one
Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet
Your catching hot, hell so far away
Cough up the cash before *****t get really bad
You don’t really really wanna see a n-gga when he mad

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Yeah, this that Power of the Dollar sound
Some of you n-ggas aint even up on this
Uh, yeah 50, Back with avengeance
They gon call this the greatest coe=meback of all time
This *****t gon bring chills up your spine
G-g-g-g-g-unit