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50 Cent - A Lil Bit of Everything U.T.P lyrics
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 Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen
 Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in
 Listen, I know we just came from fishin
 But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin
 I got 'em posted, so the move and I'm gonna murder y'all
 You and all the trouble goin through by servin y'all
 And only cause my man heard of y'all
 Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all
 [Tony Yayo]
 I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp
 I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks
 And yo my neck upgraded, my wrist's upgraded
 I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob
 I'm still on the strip, tryin to get my grims off
 Nigga tryin to flip and its a Mexican stand off
 I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil
 Dressed in all black, lookin for souls to steal
 [Chorus - 2X]
 Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine
 Little bit of dro, little bit of heroine
 A littlE bit of ecstacy
 That's why your bitch want to be next to me
 We sell a little bit a everything
 [Young Buck]
 I put the two Mags, up to your doo rag
 And rockaby baby, I'm in the blue Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chase
 I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle
 A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin call my people
 We got these fiends pourin liters, and they shootin needles
 Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it cheaper50 Cent - A Lil Bit of Everything U.T.P - http://motolyrics.com/50-cent/a-lil-bit-of-everything-utp-lyrics.html
 Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess
 Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga
 [Lloyd Banks]
 Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser
 And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor
 Your hollerin for praise ya, catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha
 And the swallow game major
 These cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin you lies by sellin you dreams
 And they ain't fill ins, they fiends
 Plus they rat, and it's too hot to chill in the sun
 My pops 39 years old, and still on the run
[Chorus]
 [Juvenile]
 Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke
 Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro
 Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo'
 You feelin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho
 If you don't got no whip, I get you a car
 If you don't got no skills, I get your some more
 My nigga we don't cut it, we serve it raw
 Got anythin you want, play us awful hard
 [50 Cent]
 My 22's bling, so niggaz scheme
 745i clean, this little shell nigga, fuck a triple beam
 Coffee pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc
 Method cut the coke, 50 no joke
 I ain't "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don't give a fuck
 Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck
 With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya
 If you survive you gonna feel what talent do to ya








