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(feat. Funkmaster Flex) [50 Cent:] Oh yeah Yo Yo Yo [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Some say i'm paranoid I say i'm careful about how I chose my friends Been to ICU once and I ain't going again First Z got merked Then Roy got merked Now homie still in the hood why he ain't get hurt? I smell something fishy man it might be a rat You mean niggas switchin' sides on niggas just like that? You know me I stay with a chick on her knees And give guns away in the hood like its government cheese Spray on Suzukis [50 Cent:] Yeah yeah Funk Flex Keep playin' with 'em Letras de canciones[Lloyd Banks:] Yeah Look Look Yeah Look Look Look [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] If half my niggas could get inside with a weapon they would Theres a thousand niggas out here reppin' they hood You don't even wear ya new shit Cause you ain't ready to brawl man I bump you, and you ain't even do shit You can smell the assault as soon as you see me Stuntin' mega hard like I do it for TV My team in the VIP You know boxes, cases, tag alongs pop all the faces Don't disrespect power stop and embrace us Hands up alls you see is watches and bracelets Bullet holes is surgery, an Ox is a face lift Theres seventeen in here i'm not gonna waste it And i'm wearin' gloves so they not gonna trace this Get him in events house parties in basements You can bet i'm bettin' on the Rockets and Pacers Harrassed outside cause the cop was a racist Walked by, captured her sight It had to been the ice Brown skin eyes slanted like Russell Simmon's wife Now i'm thinkin' about bustin' in her twice Blonde color corn braids best customer in sight Alright Her body tight Too tough not to look Louy Vuitton shoes, gator cut pocket book Her smile lit up the room a Colgate grin I'm in the Spurs throwback with the old gray Timbs [50 Cent:] You know how many people listening to Funkmaster Flex? [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] Life is full of greed and envy Scared dudes'll start So if you doin' good you better act like you starvin' I've seen grown rappers shed tears In the streets how little niggas growin' gray hairs See nine out of ten try to rhyme But I've been spittin' lines Since eighty nine They going hand to hand Since The Real Roxanne You want beef we could handle it man to man When I pull out yo theres no need to reload it I flush you out your house and you a rodent I'm out for the chips and the wealth Tie you on the truck have you piss on yourself Catchin' dips on the belt Whatever I say is being felt The words off my tongue make your taste buds melt See me and my team Got supplies throughout Queens When the lights hit the ice they shine like high beams Nothin' but frozen jewels I'm holdin' the twos [50 Cent:] Funk Flex GGG G Unit [Funk Flex:] Damn "Hand to hand since The Real Roxanne" [50 Cent:] Thats right [Tony Yayo:] Thats whats up G Unit [50 Cent:] Thats right, right we from the bottom You heard me New York? [Tony Yayo:] New York City whats up? [50 Cent:] We from the gutter [Tony Yayo:] We takin' over [Funkmaster Flex:] Heres what we gonna do My man'll spin the beat one more time [50 Cent:] One more time [Funkmaster Flex:] Hot 97 Funk Flex 50 Cent G Unit [Tony Yayo:] Thats whats up Tony Yayo, Lloyd Banks [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah This for the block [Tony Yayo:] 50 he could retire if he want to right now [50 Cent:] I know you love it but how much do you love it I know you love it but how much do you love it I do what I do and I don't think nothin' of it I know you love it but how much do you want it Get 'em Banks [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] The way things lookin' shit might spill Cause this dumbass nigga paid forty dollars to come in and ice grill I'm in the back higher than a light bill Ya chick grindin' on the kid high off a white pill I'm tryin' to get a little played in her mouth If you ain't tryin' to conversate you should've stayed in the house If you ain't know i'm trying to get you laid on the couch Four O'Clock on the dot kids sprayed in ya mouth Then i'm out Meet me at the door at three I got dutches and a quarter peel if you don't smoke more for me Somebody just got cut caught a half moon stumblin' Probably got hemmed up in the bathroom Its hard as hell cause niggas is slam dancin' While you on the wall beatin' on ya man vancin' Its goin' down even if police around So bring ya four pound Cause niggas want to clown [50 Cent:] In the club Bottle full of bub Mami I got that Ex if you into takin' drugs I'm into havin' sex I ain't into makin' love So come give me a hug if you into gettin' rubbed [50 Cent:] Ha ha Funk Flex [Tony Yayo:] G Unit It ain't over [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah [Verse 5: Tony Yayo] We sling weed, crack and dope mixed with opium While the feds sweep the block like custodions 44 loons got my birds and dames holdin' 'em Rock mink longs made with teflon soles in 'em I'm as big as King Kong with the mind of Napoleon Cook up blow in straight AC-WOL Sodium I'm trying to sell records like Vanilla Ice And hang MCs up from balconies like Suge Knight In every event my team catch crazy stunts Rollin' eight deep like the Brady Bunch I keep eightys cause niggas tried to blaze me once And ride in big trucks so fuck the bumps I ride for my drug lords and OG hustlers Imagine my face placed on billboards and buses And record covers even The Source magazine I used to be the one to extort the fiends Remember back then when I slinged on the corner I had the sheep skin my girl had the leather balmer Around the time Mike was moon walkin' Now I write the shit that'll have the whole hood talkin' Hit ya shit up I'll make ya body spit back So don't fall victim to my gangsta rap I stay strapped down like Crazus in "Creep More" Got Macs, Trey Pounds, 3-80s and C-4 [Lloyd Banks:] Yeah yeah [50 Cent:] Banks, Yayo hold up Yayo's shinin' Banks [Tony Yayo:] Its my time to shine We with Flex right now [50 Cent:] Come with it Come with it Come with it [Tony Yayo:] This for the hood right here [Verse 6: Lloyd Banks] Never discuss cheese around a mouse Nah I got a grimey team that'll probably empty a clip on Big Momma's house Damn her eyes a young man with grown hunger Look in my drawer nothin' but condoms and phone numbers The rap Roy Jones the king of the ring Hos hate me they want my ding-a-ling in a sling Hot product they all 'gon buy it I'll have you limpin' out of Hot 97with ya jaw all wired I'll start a three day riot Leave you on a lead diet ... On ya bed spread you ain't hangin' out with ya girl head buy it [Tony Yayo:] Flex whats that beat? Whats up man? [50 Cent:] That beat is hot man [Tony Yayo:] Thats whats up [Funkmaster Flex:] Its Hot 97 Funk Flex Oh my god [Lloyd Banks:] We givin' too much for free [50 Cent:] Cause its on the new Flex tape too we 'gon burn it down I'm dead serious [Tony Yayo:] The new G Unit out on the streets [50 Cent:] Ya'll just heard a new record when I spit that [Lloyd Banks:] We got like 3, 4 CDs out right now [50 Cent:] I hate when the freestyles be on the records Flex I hate that [Lloyd Banks:] You won't hear none of them rhymes Those are practice rhymes [50 Cent:] Those those is the di.. thats the dirty batch Thats the batch that didn't make the cut [Lloyd Banks:] And i'm a rapper's rapper so don't be stealin' my punchlines man I'm hearin' ya'll out there [50 Cent:] Nah you can steal my lines its OK Cause they heard me say it first And we can recycle it And if you can't afford my CD buy the bootleg and learn the words And come see us cause me and Flex 'gon be in the club From Letras Mania