to a junkie I'm the number one seller in the whole fuckin' country Wallstreet niggaz, they cop me on the low White boys don't call me coke, they call me
like me (me), rhyme like me (me) Then walk around with a 9 like me (me) They don't wanna do it, 3 to 9 like me And they ain't strong enough to take
who he shot out in Red Hook Niggas lookin at me like I'm crazy, they shook Asked him about ?? Yeah, Bizzy was my man till he beat me for ten grand
really burns You know like the block That's alright for me shit Homie, you know like a shot Cause Im in the drop Drive around heavy All they problems stop Niggaz think when they
! Come broad day they'll get at you with the A.K. [50 Cent] Niggaz think they know me, I be on some other shit My baby mama don't know me, I be with
you to a junkie I'm the nr. 1 cellar in the whole fucking country Wallstreet niggaz, they caught me on a low White boyz dont call me coke they call me
(What) 50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down) [Chorus: repeat 2X] What up, Blood? (What) What up, 'cause? (What) What up, Blood? (What) What up, Gangstaaa? [Verse 1] They
on and party like it's okay Trust me man it's okay bounce with me in slow mo' When they hear the kid in the house it's like oh no 50 got 'em locin' again, they
a beating faster than a fat mans heart I play my part well respected Every minute every second You'll put a dent in your budget bugging me for a record [50 Cent
Whoo.. The Smoke of New York Get up, Come On! Ah! [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn
a junkie I'm the nr. 1 cellar in the whole fucking country Wallstreet niggaz, they caught me on a low White boyz dont call me coke they call me blow Its
[Chorus: 50 Cent] Ain't it amazing how crazy the hood dun made me feel like my emotions are froze i stay "G'd Up", its tha things tha i dun seen and
it's gonna be somethin They say you live and you learn niggaz never will learn Burn heavily burn when streets and music merge Niggaz comin at me sideways
done it, spun it, flaunt it Jump my motorbike doin about a hundred, one gun and I'm blunted Everybody fend for they self - they tell me strong-arm while
and done it, spun it, flaunt it Jump my motorbike doin' about a hundred, one gun and I'm blunted Everybody fend for they self, they tell me strong arm
more gang riding First of all let me break this shit down for ya nigga We gonna do it like this lil' home girl in the house Let me tell you bitch niggaz
i had to throw her off so i start singin I know you dont love me you aint the same when 50 Cent's in town I know you dont love me you always talkin'
The Smoke of New York Get up Come On Ah 50 Cent Chorus There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you some say your soul may burn in the flame