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Published : April 03, 2008 |
Author : 50_Cents
Song Lyrics By : 50 Cents Lyrics | Total Views
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50 CENT LYRICS
"Follow Me Gangster"
(feat. G-Unit)
[50]
Yeah.. Ja, you ready?
Drop that
Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah)
I'ma show 'em how I do it
(yeah, yeah)
G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!
I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's
come, niggas wit guns
When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones
Big
got hit in that passenger seat
Pac got hit in that passenger seat
Now I'm
ridin' 'round in that passenger seat
Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my
heat
It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink
in
The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin'
Crack
sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em
Put a shot
to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin'
Then I got that
nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full
Bullet proof windows and doors,
gangsta how 'bout yours
Southside tatted on my back
My last gun shipment
got the whole hood strapped
Now all I got is two 380's and a nine
Nigga
you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin'
[Chorus - repeat
2X]
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker
than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy
wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, you bitch
Follow
Me
[Tony Yayo]
I used to chill in the hood, to support the
fiends
But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans
I'm in the
money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five
Y'all niggas wanna die?
I
got a love affair, wit' violence and guns
So this is for them gangstas, rep'
where you from
When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder
That's why the
mac react like a king cobra
Now I'm jumpin' out of Rovers, in Gucci
loafers
Y'all niggas wanna stun? I'll bury you cockroaches
Gimme one year,
in this industry
I'll buy enough guns to declare war on a small
country
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
Still walk around
wit' the hammer boss
Rope and a cross
Hard times'll make a lil' nigga hate
Santa Claus
Your mountains is high, holdin' in Diana Ross
I'm like a 2003
banana Porsche
I don't gotta hide sluts, to get your ties cut
They on my
dick, 'cause I make groupies set off a fire truck
My team in the cutt,
packin' middle things
I got more foreign shooters than the Sacramento
Kings
It's 8 class karats in the border
I poke holes in plastic, to avoid
a vaginal disorder
I'm a savage on your daughter
She ain't in the college
dorm
Then I guess I'm squirtin' on the cabin that you bought her
I'm a
heavy weed smoker, so the average is a quarter
Brown colored from shit, he
established in the water
You got Banks on your jersey, you part of my fan
base
Just 'cause you pour syrup on shit, don't make it
pancakes
[Chorus]
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