P.I.M.P [50 Cent] its G-unit and the D.P.G from new york city to the L.B.C ill break it down for ya im a p.i.m.p when my gun go off nigga ask about
fucking with a P-I-M-P (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see
with a P-I-M-P (Chorus) (Verse 2) I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV,
me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P[chorus]I`m bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fucking with me, I`m a P-I-M-P Not what you see on TV
ass outta yourself tryna stop me I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky", nigga you sloppy You know that I'm eight levels above you nigga I'll plug you nigga, I never
[P.Diddy] [gunshot] Shadyville Entertainment, Bad Boy collaboration [Intro (50 Cent)] I love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should
-gga I'm all turnt up, my trunk is shakin' (My rear view mirror is vibrating) I'm all turnt up, I'm all turnt up [50 Cent - Verse 1] I got a trunk full of tens I
Llama and I'm cocky Should I explain myself, baby I'm on that hood shit So say you wanna go, well I say go 'head good bitch I tour PGA, thats P-ssy n
it sound like when I'm rockin' four in the morning Shit slow down, I'm just f-cking with you I'm ghetto, I'm ghetto like a muthaf-cker, ha ha Eh, a n
off [Chorus] [50 Cent] Yeah yeah, my nick name change, call me tre when I'm snubbin' them billy when I clubbin' them Bop when I'm cuttin them n-ggas dying, I
started me." You think you nice, I wonder who lied to you You Butta, I'm a knife I slide through you You think I'm Lying? Where you live? I'll ride to
you this, that bitch gon' see stars Respect my gangsta, I see you looking mad and I ain't 'cha I know 50 Cent and bitch I ain't no Wanksta And I don't
body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i'm poppin' on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [50 Cent Verse] You cant body the kid, you know how i
what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to You can run your mouth I don't care but if you get too close I'm gonna clap you
Niggas know what I'm about out here I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to You can run your mouth, I don't care But if you get too close, I'm
so hard For me to come up with shitty to say (Ayyyyyy) I'm at a loss for words 'cause y'all already said it all I think I'm runnin' out of cliches I'm
bumps I'm tryna to make you feel like I'm 'bout to Jump through your fucking speakers and kill you I'm one word, truest, I'm P. Diddy's go-to guy Recording