Say What You Want Lyrics

Yo, niggas be askin me "yo 50 who you got beef wit?"

I'm a tell yall niggas who I got beef wit

I got beef wit any nigga I can't make no money wit

If I can't make no money wit you, f**k you nigga

G-Unit nigga, thats whatsup cause I said thats whatsup

[Tony Yayo]

I get money, money I got

so its a 100 grams or better when I'm going to cop

I never hold the toaster cause I use my little soldier

And my down bitch as a holster, like I'm supposed ta

heavy pistol sales for living

my gun rip through lungs and tear through tissue

while I'm out for the ends, you out for a rep

thats the same thing that have yo mama in a black dress

see me in a black lex, hard-top

My mink drop-top, fresh out the carlot

I got the gift of raw pugilist speeches(?)

So I'm gon sell like the box office features

Niggas in the hood can't see G-UNIT!

but deep in they heart they wanna be G-UNIT!

cause we got them three b's: benzes, burners and bitches

and plus we on the road to the riches

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

You can say what you want about me

As long as you don't get in the way of my money

Cause all that talking shit to me played out

Nigga keep bumping your gums you get laid out

[Lloyd Banks]

Lately I been going through a phase

Hope they aint tap the phones

Cause we got pumps the size of saxophones

Therefore I'm on the move with the squad

I'm stingy as ever, known to trick fast food on a broad

Picture me putting jewels on a broad

I'd rather put shoes on the car

A pool in the yard

You don't really wanna fool with the god

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In this game, you only make it far if you loyal

And if you grew up with your mother and your father you spoiled

Why swing, you gotta be strapped to get rid of me

Ill leave you in water like the statute of liberty

Tryin to be cool

Blowin green that strong enough to make a white boy open fire on a school

Keep rappin for your hood, I'm rappin for benzes

And long assault rifles with straps on the lenses

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]

Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)

What I learned from Gotta Rock and Spank G (Un-Huh)

Yall niggas gotta learn from me (Yeah!!)

What I learned from watching Brucie B

Look, I shot the sheriff

And nigga if you get too close yo punk ass getting shot

Here's the plan, I'm a keep stackin my ends

Till I'm on airplane seats in the Maebach benz

I'm all about the chips

I done took them trips

22's on the 6

26 on the bricks

And them outta town niggas, I'm chargin yall more

I tapdance on the shit I aint servin it raw

You sell smoke, look nigga I got what you need

But it aint goin cheap I got mouths to feed

Niggas always sayin damn 50 you bugged

Cause I got hoes giving niggas the date rape drug

Gimme his watch and his chain

We not the same, he a lame

He want pussy I'm bout my money man

Crap table in Vegas had his bitch on my dick

Threw a 7 so many times they thought the dice was fixed

Yo its 50, when your mindframe change and start to rearrange

I'll see you another day motherf**ker it's 50

Shots 'til your heart drop and freeze up, ease up motherf**ker

[Chorus]