Letra de E.m.s.
50 Cent
Yo yo
I need no introduction everybody
Heard of 50 Cent and heard of G-Unit
I'm not high tech and I'm not qualy
You see me in the club
You better tell the bouncers to treat me special
I'm somebody
'Cause I get on that jet, in five minutes flat
Niggas a come back, shoot up ya party
If I don't have fun, no body havin' none
I'm tryin' to holla at ya, come here shorty
Shout out to my nigga juvy, wack go skip
Buck, my niggas from New Orleans rawty
If we on the same page, when you see me on stage
You gunna throw ya hands up, and you gunna applaud me
You know how I get, I'm on that bullshit nigga nigga I Run around with the tray - like its a sport
Call my name in the bitch, when I sit in the court
I got a million dollar smile and a fist full of peso's
And the wrist so white, so you could light up a stage show
In the club, nigga I stay holin'
'Cause I'm on point for those wolves in sheep clothin'
I play the ball with a double shot of Henny
'Cause after this spot, its cheetahs and mg's
Short if ya feel a nigga, call me
Hey you ain't gotta like me, that's cool
I don't give a fuck, by only time
It gunna put me in a bigger truck
Fuck kids, it ain't my turn to be stressed
A bitch worst nightmare is a paternity test
I'm too young to be faithful
If money means love, I hate you
I only trip on the first of April
Holler at me if you thugged out shorty
Ready to fight you, dice for the blunt and pull the slub out for me
N if you're not, don't even call me
I need no introduction everybody
Heard of 50 Cent and heard of G-Unit
I'm not high tech and I'm not qualy
You see me in the club
You better tell the bouncers to treat me special
I'm somebody
'Cause I get on that jet, in five minutes flat
Niggas a come back, shoot up ya party
If I don't have fun, no body havin' none
I'm tryin' to holla at ya, come here shorty
Buck, my niggas from New Orleans rawty
If we on the same page, when you see me on stage
You gunna throw ya hands up, and you gunna applaud me
You know how I get, I'm on that bullshit nigga nigga I Run around with the tray - like its a sport
Call my name in the bitch, when I sit in the court
I got a million dollar smile and a fist full of peso's
And the wrist so white, so you could light up a stage show
In the club, nigga I stay holin'
'Cause I'm on point for those wolves in sheep clothin'
I play the ball with a double shot of Henny
'Cause after this spot, its cheetahs and mg's
Short if ya feel a nigga, call me
Hey you ain't gotta like me, that's cool
I don't give a fuck, by only time
It gunna put me in a bigger truck
Fuck kids, it ain't my turn to be stressed
A bitch worst nightmare is a paternity test
I'm too young to be faithful
If money means love, I hate you
I only trip on the first of April
Holler at me if you thugged out shorty
Ready to fight you, dice for the blunt and pull the slub out for me
N if you're not, don't even call me
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