(50 Cent)
Yo LA nig*az are the rowdy nig*az
New Orleans nig*az is rowdy nigga
D.C. nig*az is some rowdy nig*az
New York Niggaz is the f*cking wildest nigga

Yo, your man could have ran when I rubbed him but he froze
Son I ain't even rock him to sleep, the nigga dozed
The bi*ch could have helped you get rich, but she sold
now you heartbroke, that's what you get for lovin them hoes
An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it's like a stickup kid
runnin round without no heat, it like a fifth with no kick
a fiend with no hit, a willie with no wit
A bad bi*ch that won't blow dick
It's like a rollie with no ice, a gamblin spot with no dice
Like f*ckin supermodel bi*ches and not bustin off twice
I murda any mic device, for the right price, I'm nice
I only say tthings once, never twice, dont f*ck with me

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St. Louis nig*az is rowdy rowdy
Cleveland nig*az is bout it bout it
50 cent ain't gonna kill ya nigga, don't get doubted
Got your gun, well don't leave home without it
The Memphis nig*az is rowdy rowdy
Them Shytown nig*az is bout it bout it
They'll kill you and act like they don't know shit about it
Leave your body somewhere where no one can find it

(50 Cent)
Now if I pull out the gat and just push your wig back
I bet nig*az will stand around sayin "Damn who did that?"
I'm the type nigga to dare you to touch the ?
I'm the type to borrow your gat and wont give the shit back
Im F to the I - F -T - Y - C - E - N - T
Caress the a*s gently, and back up Bentleys
You thought she was pimpin, son I was in the Hamptons
in a heart shaped hot tub with the bi*ch flappin
I plan to take over New York and start expandin
Was Bob Marley singin about tex when he sung "I'm Jammin'"
Nigga f*ck with my cash and I'ma blast yo' ass
Smash the glock out the stash in the dash in ??
Flee in a flash, lay low let time go past
If you survive the shots I'ma find yo' ass
Put the gat to your head and remind your ass
I ain't playin with you, I want my money motherf*cker

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(50 Cent)
Yo, some nigga just shot the block up dog, word?
He had the same shit you got on dog, word?
I know you done did it so get the f*ck up outta hear, ya heard?
I run with nig*az that spray and strip and say that shit
You won't let us pump on your block, f*ck it, we makin it hot
I'm that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch
From the cordless cell phone, and the baby blue drop
I got a lot of hungry nig*az with me straight from the street
Cause these three nig*az are startin to look like something to eat
They got watches on they wrist that cost like 60 thousand
My nig*az live in section eight of public housing
They murder you and keep shit low cause nig*az heard of you

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