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Whoa, whoa, watch what you doing, sir
Watch the gators, man
Aw, my bad, my bad, this is Armani, right here
This is tailor-made, man
This ain't that Jamaica Avenue shit (hardly, hardly)
You know? Hand me my cuff links
I'm simply the best, I got a beam with the stuff
I take dimes up off the math and put a million in his smile
Let's talk money, move when the beast come out
My nigga, I'm what the East about (50 Cent)
All these serious radios stock three dollars and shit
Now it's up the nine, yeah, nigga, yeah
I make a mill' here, blow a mill' there
Prolly with exec's doing lunch in the lair
Y'all niggas get to stay in the hood (damn), I'on care
I'm out in Beverly Hills, I'm cool right here
I'm still single 'til I find the baddest bitch in the planet
Jay got Beyoncé, JD got Janet
Everything you see going down, nigga, I plan it
I'd explain it to you, homie, but you wouldn't understand it
It's the king, 50, what up?
Yeah, it's G-Unit
What up? (Shady Ville, that biz')
SPI, G-Unit WEST
Spider Loc, what up, nigga?
Violator
Can't forget Mike Lighty

































