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50 CENT lyrics : "A Little Bit of Everything U.T.P."

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Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in

Listen, I know we just came from fishin
But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin
I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all

You and all the trouble goin through by servin y'all
And only cause my man heard of y'all
Other than that, %#@!, y'all won't get served at all


[Tony Yayo]
I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp

I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks
And yo my neck upgraded, my wrist's upgraded
I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob

I'm still on the strip, tryin to get my grims off
^!$$% tryin to flip and its a Mexican stand off
I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil

Dressed in all black, lookin for souls to steal

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Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of !@(%e
A little bit of ecstacy

That's why your (*##$ want to be next to me
We sell a little bit a everything


[Young Buck]
I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag
And rockaby baby, I'm in the blue Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chase

I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle
A make a ^!$$% wob and wiggle screamin call my people
We got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needles

Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaper
%#@! I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess
Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, ^!$$%


[Lloyd Banks]
Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser

And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor
Your hollerin for praise ya, catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha
And the swallow game major

These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin you lies by sellin you dreams
And they ain't fill ins, they fiends
Plus they rat, and it's too hot to chill in the sun

My pops 39 years old, and still on the run

[Chorus]


[Juvenile]
Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want !@%!e

Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro
%#@! you got beef, I got a tec and a fo'
You feelin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho

If you don't got no whip, I get you a car
If you don't got no skills, I get your some more
My ^!$$% we don't cut it, we serve it raw

Got anythin you want, play us awful hard

[50 Cent]

My 22's bling, so ^!$$%z scheme
745i clean, this little shell ^!$$%, $#&@ a triple beam
Coffee pot to cook !@%!e, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc

Method cut the !@%!e, 50 no joke
I ain't "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don't give a $#&@
Better teach that (*##$, and that little ^!$$% to duck

With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya
If you survive you gonna feel what talent do to ya


[Chorus]

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