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50 Cent - Better Ask Somebody lyrics
50 Cent]
 I, know, you, know
 I'm, on, fiiiii-re 
 [Chorus: 50 Cent]
 If, you don't know, who I be
 You betta ask somebooooody about me
 Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
 I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
 If, you don't know, who I be
 You betta ask somebooooody about me
 And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
 And I done told ya, over and over boy 
 [Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
 I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
 Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
 Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a buck
 Cause when you broke you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up
 I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
 Learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones
 And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on
 My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone
 From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight
 Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight
 Some niggaz hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down
 Front niggaz didn't know me then, bet they know me now
 Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown
 Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down
 While I'm in the world, tryin to bring my loot through
 Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga 
[Chorus]
 [Verse Two: Young Buck]
 Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
 My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
 Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me50 Cent - Better Ask Somebody - http://motolyrics.com/50-cent/better-ask-somebody-lyrics.html
 Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!)
 G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
 Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats
 Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
 This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this
 Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler
 Plus I probably done robbed mo' artists than Russell
 Always in trouble, you can blame my mother
 Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle
 I ain't crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds
 Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb
 Keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets
 I'm a country boi, you can hear it when I speak
 G-Unit! 
[Chorus]
 [Verse Three: 50 Cent]
 Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood
 I made a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!)
 Don't take much to make my gun go off
 One shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!)
 If you don't know you betta ask who I be
 Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
 Down in the Lou', they say they feelin me derrty
 In New Orleans they say I'm that nigga, ya heard me?
 From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don't front
 You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up
 Rollin that weed up
 Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
 Hit with a bat or beat up
 Fuck that, we're on that same bullshit
 Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
 Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
 I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me 
[Chorus]








