50 Cent - Cutmaster C Shit Lyrics
[intro]New york city (new york city), you are now rackin with 50 cent (with 50 cent)Are you ready? (are you ready? ) [gun *****s] I said are you ready? (are you ready? )See you with me nigga? (with me nigga) drop that! (drop that)Paid for a hooptie but I wanted a drop[verse 1]G-unit! somethin new, somethin newIm not that nigga, in your videoIm not a trick, I dont love the hoesAnd niggas know I be, on the lowBut I miss my dough, and I twist my droIm not that nigga, that you think you knowI walk around with a big four fourYou front on me, Im gonna get at you dogI be right at your crib, waitin at your door(what up *****es)[verse 2]Comin up I aint had much, I wanted a lotI had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a dropSo you know, I had to make somethin out of nothin (yeah)Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumpin (woo)Also hard at 19, I bought a benz I didThe older niggas really wasnt feelin the kidTried to find out where I lived, so they could run in my cribBut you cant hustle a hustler, I peeped in a sledBack then niggas yousta call me booIn 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brewCountry came around, ease it and clappin thenCountry left, strange shit started happeninLike c shot ra for some ends, ra shot dro for some chinsCory shot drew, and we was friendsMoney turns boys into menThe cycle never changes, shit just starts again[verse 3]Nah nigga, aint nothin change niggaYeah Ive been gone for a minute, but Im backDamn 50 good to see you back in the hoodYou see my cherry red sl, nigga Im doin goodSometime I cant find the words to say how I feelSo I take a quote from menace, look at the wheelsIm addicted to stuntin, now that Im holdin somethinI got a trunk full of guns, from va today(oh yeah, let me hold somethin)Nigga you high or somethinI dont play games, Im about my money, nigga buy somethinI got a few fifths, I got a few ninesHere nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine[outro - 50 cent talking]Yeah, dont ever say I dont do nothin for you niggaYou know, uh, dont say I dont look out for yaYa know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokesAnd you come back, nigga have em, and have my paper for that thang thangYou know what Im sayin? say I dont want it back, nigga dont try to use itAnd dont get it back for me, nigga and no shit like thatIn fact, I can see yall niggas nowRun around sayin, 50 gettin all this rap money, and he wont help us (haha)Sit tight nigga Im cominYou know, new shit, all this shit I put out on the mixtapesIs for the mixtapes, I got a million, oh my god!My shit is so hot right now, Im in a zone