Cutmaster C Shit

(album: 50 Cent Is The Future - 2002)

New York City (New York City), you are now racking with 50 Cent (with 50 Cent)
Are you ready? (are you ready?) 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

G-Unit! Something new, something new
I'm not that nigga, in your video
I'm not a trick, I don't love the hoes
And niggas know I be, on the low
But I miss my dough, and I twist my dro
I'm not that nigga, that you think you know
I walk around with a big four four
You front on me, I'm gonna get at you dog
I be right at your crib, waiting at your door
(What up 50)

Coming up I ain't had much, I wanted a lot
I had paper for a hooptie, but I wanted a drop
So you know, I had to make something out of nothing (Yeah)
Like turn an empty spot, into a crack spot pumping (woo)
Hustle hard at 19, I bought a Benz I did
The older niggas really wasn't feeling the kid
Tried to find out where I lived, so they could run in my crib
But you can't hustle a hustler, I peeped it and slid
Back then niggas used to call me boo
In 6 months, I sold a million gold tops on got brew
Country came around, ease it and clapping then
Country left, strange shit started happening
Like C shot Ra for some ends, Ra shot Dro for some chins
Cory shot Drew, and we was friends
Money turns boys into men
The cycle never changes, shit just starts again

Nah nigga, ain't nothing change nigga
Yeah I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back
Damn 50 good to see you back in the hood
You see my cherry red SL, nigga I'm doing good
Sometime I can't find the words to say how I feel
So I take a quote from Menace, "look at the wheels"
I'm addicted to stunting, now that I'm holding something
I got a trunk full of guns, from VA today
(Oh yeah, let me hold somethin')
Nigga you high or something
I don't play games, I'm about my money, nigga buy something
I got a few fifths, I got a few nines
Here nigga, take one, catch it took, and bring me mine

Yeah, don't ever say I don't do nothing for you nigga
You know, uh, don't say I don't look out for ya
Ya know what I mean, but make sure you nigga, you go catch some jokes
And you come back, nigga have 'em, and have my paper for that thang thang
You know what I'm sayin'? Say I don't want it back, nigga don't try to use it
And don't get it back for me, nigga and no shit like that
In fact, I can see ya'll niggas now
Run around saying, 50 getting all this rap money, and he won't help us (ha ha)
Sit tight nigga I'm coming
You know, new shit, all this shit I put out on the mixtapes
Is for the mixtapes, I got a million, oh my God!
My shit is so hot right now, I'm in a zone