There's something about the way I get it
I do, I get it

There's something about the way I did it
Like there's nothing to it


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You don't wanna see a ^!$$% doing bad
My eyes turn red than I'm pulling out a mag

You see %#@! clear when ya $$# get hit
You like me better rich
You like me better rich

I caught where ya live with the .44 mag
Shut up (*##$, show me where the stash
Now we got the dope we just waiting on the cash

You know your getting hit, you're getting hit

^!$$% time, money, money time

Smoke the barrell of the nine
See ya see ya blood leak
Tell ya punk $$# weak

Lay down, stay down
Go 'head kiss the ?
Police box me in, I will kill a hostage

Bang bang close range, there wont be no get back
For the last time ^!$$%, tell us where the %#@! at
You're working my nerves and I ain't got patience

Barrell on my tre pound, I'll let ya $$# taste it

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This little light of mine, I'm gon let it shine
Right under the barrell, I'm sure I wont miss

Say a prayer I don't care, I'm here for the money
Pay dumb, get done, call it murder one
Six shots pop, hit a pop, bullets ricochet

Your catching hot, hell so far away
Cough up the cash before %#@! get really bad
You don't really really wanna see a ^!$$% when he mad


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Yeah, this that Power of the Dollar sound
Some of you ^!$$%s ain't even up on this
Uh, yeah 50, Back with avengeance

They gon call this the greatest comeback of all time
This %#@! gon bring chills up your spine
G-g-g-g-g-unit